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softly.
Monica went still and the room fell quiet.
Sean repeated his inquiry. “Do you know of anyone who would hurt her?”
Monica shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she did. Her eyes no longer meeting with either of them. “Sorry.”
“Do you think Justin could have taken her?” Sara asked.
Monica rubbed her arms as if fending off a chill. Her chin trembled and a tear fell when she spoke. “I don’t know.”
The hypothetical situations came at Sara, but one thing held fast. “Monica’s hiding something.”
“I agree, and whatever it is has her terrified.”
Sara’s insides ached. There was just something about this case—Halie’s age, the fear in Monica’s eyes, the strange relationship both of them seemed to have with Justin. “Do you think it’s Justin?”
“Well, he’s an odd kid, but a kidnapper? I’m not so sure. Although Halie did insult him on a personal level, telling him that his writing was sub par.”
“Says Monica. But didn’t you read behind what Monica said? There is more going on here than she told us. I’m not sure I’m buying her line.”
“She did look afraid, that’s for sure.”
“So who could drive that sort of fear into people?” She ruminated on the facts. “I’m not sure about Justin, so we need to look into him, find out who he really is, and get his background.”
He placed a hand on her elbow. “I’m not too certain Jimmy will help us this time, darling.”
“You’re probably right, but we have to try. We also have to eliminate people surrounding the mayor. Remember those protesting business people on TV? They were going to lose everything due to the zoning bylaw changes.”
“We know money is a motive for murder.” He studied her eyes as she did his. “I’d wager politics is as well. So, back home?”
“I don’t think we have any choice. We have to speak to these people. And if we want any possibility of Jimmy helping us, we need to ask him in person. Maybe slip in that bottle of scotch.” She laughed, and so did he.
“It probably wouldn’t hurt.” His expression fell somber again. “But we’re not talking about an old case, or one in another country, we’re talking about the mayor’s daughter—the mayor from our city.”
“Yeah, but if he doesn’t help us…” Her words faltered off to non-existence.
“We will still get to the bottom of this. You have to believe it.”
“I just hope we get there before Halie’s dead.”
Weary Travelers And Baited Wishes
THEIR JET TOUCHED DOWN IN Albany at eight o’clock at night. There was a definite advantage to owning one’s own plane—the flexibility of coming and going whenever one felt the inclination.
The car service was waiting for them when they arrived.
“This seems like it’s been a long day, darling.” Sara nuzzled into Sean’s chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her, as they walked down the tarmac toward the idling town car. Anthony, the co-pilot followed behind them with their bags.
“Well, we’re certainly putting some miles on this thing,” Sean said.
Sara laughed. “It’s a hard-knock life, isn’t—”
“Mr. and Mrs. McKinley.” The uniformed driver tipped his hat and held the back door for Sara.
Anthony passed their belongings to the driver, and said, “Good evening,” before heading back toward the plane.
Sara slid across the back seat and Sean got in beside her. “Looks like we didn’t even need to pack,” he said.
“I guess not.” That admission made her melancholy. She was looking forward to breaking out a notebook and writing a bit back at the hotel. She told herself it didn’t really matter. She would get to it, it was just postponed. “You sure Jimmy’s going to be happy to see us?”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us . It is what we are looking for that he might not want to hear about.”
“That’s why we’re going in armed.” Sara laughed.
They rang the buzzer for
Monica went still and the room fell quiet.
Sean repeated his inquiry. “Do you know of anyone who would hurt her?”
Monica shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she did. Her eyes no longer meeting with either of them. “Sorry.”
“Do you think Justin could have taken her?” Sara asked.
Monica rubbed her arms as if fending off a chill. Her chin trembled and a tear fell when she spoke. “I don’t know.”
The hypothetical situations came at Sara, but one thing held fast. “Monica’s hiding something.”
“I agree, and whatever it is has her terrified.”
Sara’s insides ached. There was just something about this case—Halie’s age, the fear in Monica’s eyes, the strange relationship both of them seemed to have with Justin. “Do you think it’s Justin?”
“Well, he’s an odd kid, but a kidnapper? I’m not so sure. Although Halie did insult him on a personal level, telling him that his writing was sub par.”
“Says Monica. But didn’t you read behind what Monica said? There is more going on here than she told us. I’m not sure I’m buying her line.”
“She did look afraid, that’s for sure.”
“So who could drive that sort of fear into people?” She ruminated on the facts. “I’m not sure about Justin, so we need to look into him, find out who he really is, and get his background.”
He placed a hand on her elbow. “I’m not too certain Jimmy will help us this time, darling.”
“You’re probably right, but we have to try. We also have to eliminate people surrounding the mayor. Remember those protesting business people on TV? They were going to lose everything due to the zoning bylaw changes.”
“We know money is a motive for murder.” He studied her eyes as she did his. “I’d wager politics is as well. So, back home?”
“I don’t think we have any choice. We have to speak to these people. And if we want any possibility of Jimmy helping us, we need to ask him in person. Maybe slip in that bottle of scotch.” She laughed, and so did he.
“It probably wouldn’t hurt.” His expression fell somber again. “But we’re not talking about an old case, or one in another country, we’re talking about the mayor’s daughter—the mayor from our city.”
“Yeah, but if he doesn’t help us…” Her words faltered off to non-existence.
“We will still get to the bottom of this. You have to believe it.”
“I just hope we get there before Halie’s dead.”
Weary Travelers And Baited Wishes
THEIR JET TOUCHED DOWN IN Albany at eight o’clock at night. There was a definite advantage to owning one’s own plane—the flexibility of coming and going whenever one felt the inclination.
The car service was waiting for them when they arrived.
“This seems like it’s been a long day, darling.” Sara nuzzled into Sean’s chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her, as they walked down the tarmac toward the idling town car. Anthony, the co-pilot followed behind them with their bags.
“Well, we’re certainly putting some miles on this thing,” Sean said.
Sara laughed. “It’s a hard-knock life, isn’t—”
“Mr. and Mrs. McKinley.” The uniformed driver tipped his hat and held the back door for Sara.
Anthony passed their belongings to the driver, and said, “Good evening,” before heading back toward the plane.
Sara slid across the back seat and Sean got in beside her. “Looks like we didn’t even need to pack,” he said.
“I guess not.” That admission made her melancholy. She was looking forward to breaking out a notebook and writing a bit back at the hotel. She told herself it didn’t really matter. She would get to it, it was just postponed. “You sure Jimmy’s going to be happy to see us?”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us . It is what we are looking for that he might not want to hear about.”
“That’s why we’re going in armed.” Sara laughed.
They rang the buzzer for
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