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something she was experiencing a lot of.
“That’s not the only thing they’ve done.” Nick pointed to the smashed pane of glass on the back passenger left side of the car. “Were there any unusual disturbances around here last night?” Nick asked as he scoped out the modest, timber home with its peeling paint and rickety-looking front stairs.
Celestine looked at him thoughtfully. Maybe that wasn’t a cat she thought she heard last night. But why would someone want to vandalize her car? Didn’t it look as if it had had a hard enough life already? And it was not like she kept anything of value inside.
“So, why is someone shooting at you?” Nick didn’t like it one little bit.
Celestine looked at Nick incredulously.
“Shooting at me? Why do you think it’s me?”
“It’s your home.”
“And you’ve dropped in unannounced. Someone could have followed you and wanted to shoot you.”
“But your car is the one that’s been vandalized.”
“That doesn’t mean it had anything to do with me.” Okay, it was a good point but she did not want this to be her problem. She had enough to deal with, let alone people wanting to shoot her. “But this all started to happen when I met you.”
“If you care to cast your mind back, Ms. Holt, someone tried to carjack you yesterday so I reckon this has everything to do with you.”
Bugger! Nick could possibly be right. Celestine thought back to the incident. She had chosen to believe it was some drugged-out wacko who thought the car was worth nicking. But now, in light of this, she was beginning to wonder if there was something more to it. But it was crazy. Her life was boring. Boring people did not get shot at, did they?
Why was Nick looking at her so strangely?
“What?”
“I was just wondering if you are a spy, Celestine Holt. Is that why someone is shooting at you?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m a spy. I live in Everton Park in an old decrepit house as my cover. I am a master of disguise and yet you have seen through me.” In more ways than one, thought Celestine. However, shoving thoughts of Nick Swan to the side, as impossible as that seemed, what the hell was going on here? Okay, Celestine knew she was not one of the most loveable people on the planet but why would someone shoot at her? Maybe setting fire to her mailbox or stealing her weekend newspaper she could have understood but actual shooting that could kill her? She looked at Nick Swan. Other than sex with Nick, she knew nothing about this man. He could have been the target. He could be bringing danger to her door.
“I still think they could have been shooting at you, moonlight man.”
Nick smiled at what she called him.
“Why would someone shoot at me? I am loveable to all. You know that only too well, baby.”
Celestine snorted out loud at his inflated opinion of himself. That he was right was one thing, that he said it was annoying.
“What about a pissed-off girlfriend? You’re bound to have one of those lurking around.”
“No one is ever upset after being with me. All my ex-girlfriends still love me,” Nick answered charmingly, as he smiled the most dazzling smile at her.
“Excuse me while I puke.” The man was a piece of work, that was for sure.
“Puke later. We need to call the police.” Nick told her.
Celestine knew it was the right thing to do but what would come out of it? It could have just been a random drive-by shooting. Of course, this was rental-mortgage belt Everton Park in Brisbane and not Detroit, USA. Still, crime could happen anywhere. That’s why boffins ran around scaring people with crime statistics. But she still could not reconcile the fact that someone wanted to hurt her. Sure, that blond greasy man yesterday had tried to take her car but he hadn’t actually hurt her. But then Nick had stepped in before anything had happened. Whoa…that was a scary thought. What if he hadn’t? Despite her bravado, Celestine knew she would have had a hard time fighting
“That’s not the only thing they’ve done.” Nick pointed to the smashed pane of glass on the back passenger left side of the car. “Were there any unusual disturbances around here last night?” Nick asked as he scoped out the modest, timber home with its peeling paint and rickety-looking front stairs.
Celestine looked at him thoughtfully. Maybe that wasn’t a cat she thought she heard last night. But why would someone want to vandalize her car? Didn’t it look as if it had had a hard enough life already? And it was not like she kept anything of value inside.
“So, why is someone shooting at you?” Nick didn’t like it one little bit.
Celestine looked at Nick incredulously.
“Shooting at me? Why do you think it’s me?”
“It’s your home.”
“And you’ve dropped in unannounced. Someone could have followed you and wanted to shoot you.”
“But your car is the one that’s been vandalized.”
“That doesn’t mean it had anything to do with me.” Okay, it was a good point but she did not want this to be her problem. She had enough to deal with, let alone people wanting to shoot her. “But this all started to happen when I met you.”
“If you care to cast your mind back, Ms. Holt, someone tried to carjack you yesterday so I reckon this has everything to do with you.”
Bugger! Nick could possibly be right. Celestine thought back to the incident. She had chosen to believe it was some drugged-out wacko who thought the car was worth nicking. But now, in light of this, she was beginning to wonder if there was something more to it. But it was crazy. Her life was boring. Boring people did not get shot at, did they?
Why was Nick looking at her so strangely?
“What?”
“I was just wondering if you are a spy, Celestine Holt. Is that why someone is shooting at you?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m a spy. I live in Everton Park in an old decrepit house as my cover. I am a master of disguise and yet you have seen through me.” In more ways than one, thought Celestine. However, shoving thoughts of Nick Swan to the side, as impossible as that seemed, what the hell was going on here? Okay, Celestine knew she was not one of the most loveable people on the planet but why would someone shoot at her? Maybe setting fire to her mailbox or stealing her weekend newspaper she could have understood but actual shooting that could kill her? She looked at Nick Swan. Other than sex with Nick, she knew nothing about this man. He could have been the target. He could be bringing danger to her door.
“I still think they could have been shooting at you, moonlight man.”
Nick smiled at what she called him.
“Why would someone shoot at me? I am loveable to all. You know that only too well, baby.”
Celestine snorted out loud at his inflated opinion of himself. That he was right was one thing, that he said it was annoying.
“What about a pissed-off girlfriend? You’re bound to have one of those lurking around.”
“No one is ever upset after being with me. All my ex-girlfriends still love me,” Nick answered charmingly, as he smiled the most dazzling smile at her.
“Excuse me while I puke.” The man was a piece of work, that was for sure.
“Puke later. We need to call the police.” Nick told her.
Celestine knew it was the right thing to do but what would come out of it? It could have just been a random drive-by shooting. Of course, this was rental-mortgage belt Everton Park in Brisbane and not Detroit, USA. Still, crime could happen anywhere. That’s why boffins ran around scaring people with crime statistics. But she still could not reconcile the fact that someone wanted to hurt her. Sure, that blond greasy man yesterday had tried to take her car but he hadn’t actually hurt her. But then Nick had stepped in before anything had happened. Whoa…that was a scary thought. What if he hadn’t? Despite her bravado, Celestine knew she would have had a hard time fighting
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