pant legs when her chair swiveled. She hadn’t heard a thing to indicate that anyone was in the library. The man must move like a cat.
“I beg your pardon?” She tried to sound cool and collected, but her pulse skittered. If he knew she planned to attend her sister’s funeral, she didn’t doubt his reaction.
“I couldn’t help but notice the Web site. You do realize that we need to know where you are at all…” His voice trailed off as he looked more closely at the directions on the screen. Then he switched his gaze to her, his face uncomfortably close. “Brownsville. You told me you didn’t know where your sister lived. Funny. I was actually on the verge of believing you.”
She felt her cheeks warm. “I did not know where Ruby lived. I told you the truth.”
He flicked a glance at the computer. “Then how did you find out about Brownsville?”
“I’m a librarian. I know how to do research. You people may have kept any report of Ruby’s murder out of the papers, but you missed the funeral announcement.”
“You had to know where to look.”
She blew out an exasperated breath at his stubbornness and pushed her chair away from the desk. And away from him.
“Go ahead, check for yourself. Page back through my search. You’ll see exactly how I got there. It took me over an hour to find the answer you could have given me in a minute if you weren’t so wedded to your secrecy.”
He didn’t take her word for it. He leaned over the computer and hit the back arrow, flipping backward through the pages she’d searched on her way to finding out about Ruby’s funeral.
Finally he stopped, apparently satisfied, eyeing her.
“Maybe I am wedded to secrecy, as you say. But you of all people ought to know how important it is.”
“Ruby is dead.” Her throat closed on the words, and she had to fight to say more. “It doesn’t matter now who knows where she was.”
“Maybe not.” His tone softened. “I’m sorry. You could have asked me about the funeral.”
“Would you have answered?”
That gave him pause. “I don’t know.” It sounded honest. “If my chief said it was okay, I would have. You deserve to know that.”
Some of her annoyance at him drained away.
“Thank you.”
He jerked a nod toward the computer. “Those directions. You’re not planning on going to the funeral, are you?”
“I am.” She planted her hands on the arms of her chair, shoving it back as she stood. “I am going to my sister’s funeral tomorrow.”
“Jade…” He shook his head. It was the first time he’d called her by her first name, and it startled her. “You can’t do that.”
“Yes, I can. And I’m going to.”
He glared, and she had the sense that he was counting to ten. “Stop and think about this. Ruby knew people in that town…people who had no idea she had a twin sister. If you walk in there cold, they’re going to think she’s come back from the dead.”
Her heart winced at the words. She hadn’t thought about that, and the idea added an extra layer of hurt. “I’m sorry about that, but it doesn’t change my mind. Whether it makes people talk or not, I’m going to my sister’s funeral.”
“Have you forgotten that the shooters were after you, too?” His anger rushed toward her in waves. “It would be better to stay as far away as possible from your connection to Ruby. I’m sure my boss would say the same.”
“Those men are out of commission now.” She had to steady herself, because remembering was like revisiting a nightmare. “And they already knew about my connection to Ruby.”
He frowned, those level brows drawn down over his dark eyes. “Even so, we ought to play it safe. We don’t know why those two were after you. Or even why they were after Ruby.”
“What do you know?” And what, if anything, are you willing to tell me? “Surely by this time you must have found out something.”
A curtain seemed to draw across his eyes. “I can’t discuss that with