set it to start in the middle of the night. Later, heâd put out plates, bowls, cups, and silverware on the kitchen table for breakfast and afterward heâd gather the clothes he needed to drop off at the cleaners in the morning.
Just as he headed for the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Who the hell? It was nearly nine oâclock. When he opened the front door, he was surprised to find Jackâs kid sister, Maleah, standing on his porch.
âHi, Mike. Got a few minutes?â she asked.
âSure, come on in.â
He escorted her to the living room. âIs there a problem? Something with Seth orââ
âNothing personal. Iâm fine. My nephew is fine,â Maleah told him. âIâm here on business.â
Frowning in confusion, Mike stared at her. âExplain.â
âMay I sit down?â
âSure. Please sit. Believe me, my mama taught me good manners. I just forget them sometimes.â
Maleah sat on the sofa. Mike eased down onto the wingback chair directly across from her.
âYou know Lorie Hammonds, I believe,â Maleah said.
Mike nodded. His gut tightened.
âShe has hired me, as a representative of the Powell Agency, to investigate two threats made on her life.â
âYouâre kidding me.â
âNo, Iâm quite serious.â
âDonât tell me the Women for Christian Morality folks are after her again. Believe me, those ladies are harmless.â
âIâm not familiar with that group, but I doubt theyâre involved in this situation. Lorie has received two letters, one a month ago and a second this weekend. Both letters were identical, both were death threats.â
âDid you see the letters?â
Maleah nodded. âYes, one of them, the most recent. Unfortunately, she threw the first one away thinking it was a crank letter.â
âHmmâ¦I wouldnât take anything Ms. Hammonds says too seriously. She tends to be melodramatic sometimes. Actually, I wouldnât put it past her to have written the letter herself in order to get attention.â
âTo get whose attentionâyours, Mike?â
His gut knotted painfully. âYeah. Maybe.â
âDo you think sheâs that desperate to have you pay attention to her that sheâd fake death threats?â
Would she? Did he really believe she would go to that extreme just to draw him into her life? âI donât know. Probably not.â
âHey, I realize you two were an item when you were teenagers and she broke your heart when she went off to Hollywood hoping to become a movie star. But that was a long time ago. Donât you think itâs way past time to let bygones be bygones? I donât know Lorie all that well, but then neither do you. You knew the teenage Lorie. Sheâs not the same person.â
âYou can say that again.â
âIâm really not concerned about your personal issues with her. But I do need to know that, as the county sheriff, you will treat these death threats as seriously as you would if any other woman in your jurisdiction had received them.â
âYou have my word on it. Ask Ms. Hammonds to come to the office tomorrow and give a statement. Iâll assign one of our deputies to question her.â
âThanks, Mike. I knew I could count on you.â Maleah stood.
âDaddy,â Hannah called out from down the hall. âIâm ready for my good-night kiss.â
âGo on,â Maleah told him. âIâll see myself out.â
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Lorie sat alone in her semidark bedroom, the only light coming from the adjustable floor lamp behind her lounge chair. Oddly enough, the silence was comforting, the familiar a safe haven. The security system was armed. Her handgun was nearby in the nightstand. She was safe, at least for now. And it was possible that she wasnât in any real danger, that whoever had written the two threatening letters would not follow through