No Place To Run. Marion Faith Laird
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Название: No Place To Run
Автор: Marion Faith Laird
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired Suspense
isbn: 9781474047593
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“Something like ‘You won’t get away with it.’”
Jen piped up, “‘Don’t think you can get away with it.’”
Matt wondered whether Jen knew more about the note than she’d told Lorie. She was practically another sister to him ever since she’d married his best friend, but Matt had known her since her prankster days in junior high. Was this another one of her stunts? Matt fixed Jen with his best law-enforcement stare.
“And you know this because...?”
Jen sniffed. “I pay attention. And don’t think this is some sort of ‘let’s fix Matt up with the new librarian’ scheme Vangie Sutherland and I cooked up. Because it isn’t.”
Matt took stock of his old friend. According to J.T., she had stopped pulling pranks on people, but Matt wouldn’t put writing a mysterious note as a joke past her. Still, actually threatening someone who seemed to be her friend was unlikely. And besides, she wouldn’t be dumb enough to damage library property for a joke. Jen would never commit even a misdemeanor unless she’d lost her mind in the past few weeks.
Lorie appeared to be having her own doubts. Having been three grades ahead of her, Matt hadn’t really known Lorie when he was growing up. She’d been one of the brainy kids, scrawny, with braces. Looked as though she’d turned out well, except for her lack of color. Closer inspection indicated her pallor hadn’t come from makeup. Whether the note was legit or not, she was frightened.
“Jen couldn’t have moved the note.” Lorie’s voice had grown steadier. “She’s been with me since I spotted the note. And you saw the window.”
Matt’s old classmate nodded gravely, but she had a “so there” twinkle in her eye. This might have started as a serious call, but, from the look of things, Jen intended to go along with Vangie’s eternal attempts at matchmaking. No way he’d put up with that. He’d phone J.T. and then drop by the house after work.
Matt tucked the notebook back into his pocket and turned to go.
“Aren’t you going to dust for prints?” Lorie sounded disappointed. More, still frightened.
Matt looked back at Lorie. “On my way to the unit now for the kit. Be right back.”
He headed out the door to Unit 5 and took a moment to radio in a report. “Dispatch, this is MacGregor. Looks like a B and E at the library. I’m processing the scene now.”
“Ten-four, Unit 5.”
Snagging the fingerprint kit, Matt headed back toward the library. Detouring by the bathroom window, he scanned the vicinity for footprints. Nothing showed on the concrete. Little chips of metal scraped when the window had been jimmied were the sole physical evidence.
Matt frowned. The perp knew enough to be careful. That boded ill for the investigation. Very ill, indeed.
When Matt returned to the library office, Jen and Lorie were tampering with the scene.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Their mad scramble through papers made the answer obvious. He had to stop them before they accidentally destroyed more evidence.
“Trying to find the note.” Lorie sounded as though she were attempting to cover fear with defiance. Somehow he had to convince her he wasn’t the enemy.
Her voice had that California crispness which years of watching television had led him to expect. She didn’t sound like an Arkansan anymore. Matt wondered how long it would take her to get her accent back. Not that anybody local had an accent.... It was people in other areas.
Matt smiled at the thought, and Lorie returned it, this time minus the fear. Hello. Really great smile... Looking into her eyes like this, he hadn’t expected to feel a bolt of attraction. Judging from the surprised expression on her face, he hadn’t been the only one.
“Is this it?” Jen reached behind the potted sago palm in the corner. “Ouch. I always forget how scratchy that thing is.”
She stood up, bringing a sheet of paper with her. Glancing at it, Jen blanched. “Oh. No. This isn’t it.”
“What did you find?” Lorie sounded hopeful.
“It isn’t important.” Jen crumpled it up and started to stuff it into a pocket.
Matt held out his hand. He kept it extended, giving her one of his looks until she put the now-wrinkled printout into his outstretched palm.
The paper was an invoice for new books. Only Jen’s attempt to hide it made it suspicious. One more thing to add to his list of questions for later. After a cursory inspection, he handed it back. Jen squashed it into her pocket.
“I’ll need you two to clear out while I dust the office.”
Jen chuckled. “Wish you’d sweep while you’re here.”
“Jen, come on.” Instead of sounding amused, Lorie’s voice held a tremor.
Matt encompassed them both in a look as they moved away from the desks. “Don’t leave the library. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Lorie practically shoved Jen out the door and left him to his solitary task. Outside, people moved around. Library business as usual.
Matt frowned as he dusted the in-box on the head librarian’s desk. Why would anybody threaten someone like Lorie Narramore? She seemed an unlikely target. Of course, you could never tell. Anyone could have secrets.
Matt finished gathering the prints, concentrating on the job at hand so fully that Lorie’s sigh startled him. He looked up to find her at the door.
“Sorry this is taking so long.”
Her answering smile was wan. “It takes as much time as it takes.”
Matt grinned, trying to make her feel better. “Most civilians don’t get that.”
“I’m not most civilians.”
Why did she look so sad when she said that? There was more to Lorie Narramore than met the eye. Although, despite trying not to notice, he liked the parts that did meet the eye.
“I’ll need to print you and Jen, too, to eliminate yours.”
Fear flashed in Lorie’s eyes. Hmm. Why?
After a moment, Lorie nodded. “All right. I guess I’d forgotten that part.”
Forgotten? Interesting.
“No need to be afraid. It doesn’t hurt, you know.”
“I know. It’s just... Never mind.”
She knew? Matt looked into her eyes more deeply, as if he’d be able to see what was troubling her. She looked as though she felt...guilty.
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