In His Sights. Carol Steward

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      “There isn’t time to go into detail now. I’m sure you don’t want to talk about the skeleton, assault, vandalism and attempted murder around your sister.”

      “No, I don’t, thank you. If you can wait until I drop Christiana at a friend’s house, we’ll be able to talk it all out. I know this is getting complicated.”

      Dee nodded. “I just can’t help but wonder if the woman was someone I knew. When I was leaving the office, my phone rang. I hoped it was you, so I went back inside and answered it. We had a bad connection, and I couldn’t make out everything she said, then we were cut off. I waited a while, in case she called back. I walked over here to do some research and I was sure I saw someone hiding in the palmettos…then you startled me. You know how creepy these live oaks get during a storm with the moss swaying and all.”

      He smiled sympathetically. “All the more reason you shouldn’t be out by yourself tonight. Whether you eat anything or not, you’re coming with us and I’m going to make sure you’re home safe.”

      She looked like she was going to put up a fight, then suddenly agreed. “Okay.”

      He was surprised. “Good. Then maybe I can make up for not showing my support the other day. Whether or not you believe me, I do feel responsible for getting you involved. I’m the one who begged you to be our public relations spokesman. I pushed you into this role, and if that brings you harm, I won’t forgive myself.”

      “Oh! That’s it!” Dee burst out, making everyone nearby look at them. “Of course! Thank you, Edgar.”

      He held out his hand to hush her, then whispered, “Why are you thanking me? If someone is following you…”

      “No, that’s not what I mean.” She lowered her voice. “About that weird phone call I received earlier tonight. I thought the person called me because of the Web site. I couldn’t figure out how she knew to call me, why she didn’t just e-mail the Webmaster. But of course, she must have seen me in the news conference on Monday.”

      “What was this call about?”

      Christiana returned with her books loaded into her backpack. “I’m ready.”

      Edgar forced a smile and wrapped an arm around both Dee and Christiana, saying a silent prayer for God to protect these women when he couldn’t. “So, what kind of pizza do you ladies desire?” He didn’t want to worry his sister any more than these scandals already had.

      “I like any kind. Where should I meet you? Burt’s?” Dee asked, her independent nature a reflex for her.

      Edgar shook his head. “I think you should ride over with us, then we’ll bring you back to your car.”

      “That’s not…”

      Dee just was not going to adjust easily to letting someone help her. From what he had learned from Lauren, Dee had been a driven and independent woman even in college. Time hadn’t changed that. “I won’t have it any other way,” he countered sternly. “With all of the warnings the campus police have issued about not walking across campus alone, I think the administration needs to follow those rules as well. Safety in numbers. Remember that.”

      Dee glanced at Christiana, and quickly agreed. “You’re right. This is so difficult to change the way I do everything. So Christiana, what grade did you get on the career-shadowing project?”

      “Pretty good, I ran out of time with writing my report, but I still got a B+. I had so much I wanted to say about what a cool job you have.”

      Dee laughed and raised a brow to Edgar. “And what is this new project about?”

      As they walked out of the building, Christiana told Dee all about her history research. Meanwhile Edgar kept an eye out for anyone who may have been following Dee. The rain had tapered off to a light drizzle. Dee was right, rain did make an old campus seem a little more frightening on a dark night.

      He noted a couple of people walking alone, but no one looked out of place. And no one seemed to be watching Dee. He sincerely hoped she was imagining things, but he wasn’t about to take any chances.

      After a lighthearted meal, filled mostly with Christiana and Dee’s chatter, Edgar invited Dee to come by his condo to discuss work.

      “Why don’t we talk Monday?” she suggested instead. “I’m sure everything will seem less dramatic in the daylight.”

      Edgar escorted Christiana and Dee to his black sports car and opened the door for his sister, closing her inside.

      “I’m worried about you,” Edgar said quietly.

      “You shouldn’t be,” Dee argued. “You offered to take me to my car. I appreciate that, and I’m not arguing the point.” She reached for the handle of the front door.

      His hand pressed firmly against hers, holding the door closed. “If you won’t come by my condo, let me follow you home, please. I need to know more about this phone call, Dee.”

      “If Monday’s not early enough, then tomorrow,” she begged. “I’m exhausted. And I know you don’t want to worry Christiana.”

      Edgar took hold of her free hand. “It’s not only my sister I’m concerned about. Jameson King never found out what Scott Winters called him about, and the next day, Scott was dead. Strange things are happening in Magnolia Falls. Tomorrow may not come. Tonight would be far better.”

      “You’re being cruel.”

      “No, I’m being realistic,” he said.

      Fear, stark and vivid, glimmered in her pale blue eyes. She yanked her hand out of his, pushed him away and climbed into the car.

      SIX

      Up the street from Burt’s Pizza, the watcher stared in confusion as Dee argued with some hunk outside his black sports car while a young woman sat in the backseat. What’s wrong, Dee? Lover’s spat, or are you afraid of little old me? Pulling up the hood of the sweatshirt, she looked both ways before slipping out of her hiding place in the alley. She pushed the black-framed glasses up on her nose. What on earth were you looking for in the library, you nerd? You always did have your nose in a book. The watcher glanced up the street to the library. If only they hadn’t put in that stupid security system, I could get inside and figure out what you’re onto. The last thing I need is you sticking your nose in my business. I’ll make sure you keep your mouth shut, and I know just how to do it.

      Dee watched as Edgar walked around to the front of the car minutes after scaring her back to her senses with his “I’m being realistic” comment. She wasn’t too happy with him.

      Christiana sighed. “I hate when Edgar gets like this. Our father was very protective, too. It’s a genetic flaw in Brazilian men.”

      Dee couldn’t help but laugh at Christiana’s analysis of her brother. “It’s as endearing as it is annoying, but in this case, he’s right. We all need to be extra careful,” she said, clipping her comment as Edgar opened the driver’s-side door and sat down.

      “Christiana, we’re going to take you by Julia’s, then I’m going to make sure Miss Owens gets home okay. I want you СКАЧАТЬ