Threat Of Darkness. Valerie Hansen

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СКАЧАТЬ “There was no need to tell you. Your life was already in an uproar because of your parents and since you were planning to come to live with Mrs. P, she figured it would be good for you to have a pet of your own.”

       “She was right.” Samantha sighed. “So, what was it you just had to tell me?”

       Straightening, he returned her steady gaze. “I followed you home and…”

       “What has gotten into you? I do not need a babysitter.”

       “If you’ll stop interrupting, I’ll explain.”

       “Okay, okay.”

       Reluctant to invite him to make himself comfortable, she nevertheless fell back on her Southern upbringing and gestured toward the tweed-covered sofa. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee?”

       “No, thanks. I’m not staying. I didn’t intend to even let you know what I was doing until I thought I saw a shadow moving around on your porch.”

       “My porch?”

       “Yeah.” Perching on the edge of the couch he continued to pet the dog. “But since Brutus isn’t upset, I guess it’s nothing.”

       “But he was! Just before he heard you out front he’d been growling at the back door.”

       John leaped up so fast he nearly knocked the dog off its feet. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

       “You didn’t ask. Besides, I figured he’d just heard your truck coming up the drive. Relax. That’s probably all it was.”

       “Maybe. Maybe not. Are you sure enough about it to tell me you don’t want me to investigate?”

       “I didn’t say that.” Although Samantha was making a silly face at him, there was plenty of fear hiding behind the mock humor. “Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”

       “Okay. Stay there.” Although John was clad in jeans and a denim jacket instead of his uniform, he pulled a small gun from a hidden holster and started toward the kitchen.

       Samantha crouched beside her dog and watched her old friend walk away. At least he’d been in the house often enough to know his way around so she didn’t need to direct him. The trouble was, she very much wanted to stick closer, and not for his sake.

      * * *

       John relied on the living-room lamp for illumination as he edged into the kitchen. His boots clomped hollowly on the floor. He lightened his steps as much as possible but the old house squeaked and groaned like a dilapidated garden gate swinging on rusty hinges.

       As his eyes adjusted to the dimness he was able to see well enough to get by. Gun in hand he approached the back door, laid his ear to it and listened. There was nothing to hear. Not even the songs of the usual crickets and night-calling birds. That was a bad sign.

       He was about to unlatch the door when he sensed that he was no longer alone. Samantha was creeping up on him quietly enough but Brutus’s noisy panting and the click of his nails on the hard floor announced their approach.

       “Stay back,” John said.

       “What did you find? Anything?”

       “Not yet. Was this where he was when he growled?”

       “Close. We were out on the porch.”

       “Terrific.”

       “Hey, don’t blame me. I had to get to the house somehow.”

       “You could have parked in front, under the bright lights.”

       “That’s not where my carport is.”

       This argumentative exchange was getting them nowhere. It didn’t matter what he said, Sam would have a rebuttal ready. She was not making this easier. Then again, she never had been simple to understand, at least not for him. Just when he was certain they saw eye to eye, she’d shock him by proving otherwise or by setting up a no-win situation.

       “Look, since you’re here, how about unlocking the door and easing it open for me. Just do that and then get out of the way. Can you manage that?”

       “Of course.”

       “Well?” He knew his tone was too harsh but he’d seen her in danger at least twice in the past few hours and that was two times too many to suit him.

       He watched her approach in a crouch, hand on the knob, the other on the dog’s collar. At least she was thinking clearly enough to keep Brutus out of trouble. Too bad she wasn’t that cautious with herself.

       “Ready?” Samantha asked, nearly whispering.

       John braced himself. “Ready.”

       She jerked open the door.

       Something moved on the other side of the screen.

       Startled, John tightened his finger on the trigger for an instant before he realized what he was seeing. A large piece of paper was fluttering against the mesh.

       He reached around the screen door frame, grabbed the paper and jerked it loose.

       Samantha’s voice trembled. “What is it?”

       “Looks like a note. Close the door and lock it, then turn on the lights.”

       His eyes were barely adjusted to the brightness when she rejoined him but he’d already seen plenty. For a brief moment he thought about hiding the details from her, then reconsidered. If Sam was in danger she needed to know everything about the threat.

       John holstered his gun, then laid the note on the kitchen counter so they could both study it.

       “But out if U know whats good for U” was printed in block letters with broad strokes of a black marking pen.

       “Well, they can’t spell or punctuate but I get the idea,” Samantha said with a short, nervous laugh. “Think I should post the corrected version?”

       More than a little worried, John rolled his eyes at her. “No. And we don’t want to handle it any more than we have to in case there are fingerprints. What I do think you should do is make a pot of coffee, sit down at the table and tell me who you’ve made mad lately.”

       “You act like you think it’s a long list.”

       “Is it?”

       “Of course not.”

       “Okay. I’ll go check the rest of the house while you make coffee. Brutus isn’t the least bit upset so I assume your prowler is gone but there’s no sense taking chances.”

       He paused at the doorway to the hall and glanced back at her. The dog sat at her feet, leaning his shoulder against her knee, his tongue lolling. “Keep him with you.”

       Hearing that, Samantha gave a wry chuckle. “Mister, you couldn’t separate СКАЧАТЬ