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who’s trying to kill me.
    He continued on out the door, down the hall and turned right. As he approached Anna’s office, he heard voices.
    “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t important,” Amy was saying.
    Not wanting to eavesdrop, Juan knocked on the door. Two heads swiveled as one. Amy’s eyes lightened and relief spread across her face. She asked, “Hey there, how are you?”
    Juan answered, “Hungry. Aren’t you going to the picnic?” He asked the question of both ladies, but his eyes were on Amy. The women glanced at each other and Amy nodded affirmatively.
    Anna said, “Yes, just as soon as I finish up some paperwork. Why don’t you and Amy head down to the ball field? She and I can finish this discussion later.”
    Juan wondered at the pointed look Anna sent Amy, but didn’t figure it was any of his business…although he had to admit to his curiosity. Well, she’d tell him if she wanted to.
    Amy smiled, but Juan thought it looked strained. She said, “All right, I’m a little hungry. Why not?”
    Juan felt his heart start thudding and told it to stop. It was a picnic lunch. That was all.
     
    The fun was in full swing when they arrived at the field. Picnic tables groaned under the weight of goodies that would tempt even the strongest dieter. And Juan wasn’t on a diet. His stomach growled again, earning a glance and a laugh from Amy. “Hungry?”
    “Starved.”
    “Come on, it looks as if almost everyone has already gone through the line.”
    Juan followed her over to the spread and grabbed a paper plate. He started filling it up, then subtly glanced around, wondering if whoever was after him was here. Was it one of the staff? The grounds crew? And why? What was it about him that made someone want to kill him?
    Amy caught his attention as she moved to find a place to sit. She moved with a supple, natural grace that most women would envy or practice endlessly to achieve. Yet the lines between her brows spoke of something on her mind.
    They found a seat on a checkered blanket that provided a front-row view of all the activities going on in and around the ball field. As Juan sat down opposite her, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
    She looked startled. “Why do you ask that?”
    “Call it intuition.”
    “I just have a lot on my mind,” she said as she blew out a sigh. “Look, this may not be the best timing and I was going to wait until after the picnic to tell you, but I…”
    “Hi, do you mind if I join you?” Jonathas asked, a camera swinging around his neck.
    Juan mentally groaned at the interruption, but smiled up at the teen waiting beside the blanket, plate in hand. “Sure, have a seat.” He pointed to the camera. “So, are you the official picnic photographer?”
    “Looks like it.” He shrugged. “I don’t mind. It’s kind of a hobby of mine anyway. Anna gave me the equipment and told me to go to work.” He laughed and lifted the camera. “Smile.”
    Juan grabbed Amy and pulled her close. Her clean, sweet scent made his head swim, but he managed to grin at the camera even as he enjoyed her closeness.
    The picture taken, Jonathas sat back. Amy asked, “How are you handling this morning?”
    Jonathas blew out a breath, his laughter fading. Juan wished she’d left it alone, but could tell she’d asked out of sincere concern. “I don’t know what happened. One minute I was taking care of the cows, the next the jeep was driving down the road.”
    Juan leaned in closer. Might as well take the opportunity to find out what he could. “Do you think someone followed you out there?”
    “It’s possible,” Jonathas said around a bite of salad. “I wasn’t driving fast, and I always go around the same time every morning. Today, I was a little later than usual, but not too much.”
    Amy nodded, “I don’t normally see you leave.”
    “ Sim, I know.” Jonathas looked at Juan. “You have made someone very mad. What have you done?”
    “I wish I knew, Jonathas. I wish I