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"No."
"Did you see any vehicles around that seemed out of place?"
He tilts his head, his eyes shifting as he thinks. "No. There wasn't any vehicles parked…not that I can remember. Except Grace's truck in front of me."
Rosenbloom scribbles something in his notes.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"It means the killer either lives nearby or he was dropped off by someone," Rosenbloom says. "There were some bicycle tracks around the area that the killer shot from, but we can't be certain they were from him."
Rosenbloom stands up. Sam and I stand, too, mirroring his actions. He shakes hands with me, and then Sam.
"Miss Ellery, your brother's house is now a crime scene," he says. "So, you can't return there. I've had it arranged so you will have a place at The Guardian Inn. We'll have one of the Murray officers keep watch of you in case the killer tries to strike again."
He walks out of the office, and I turn to Sam. "Hey again."
"Hey," he says. He shoves his hand in his pockets. "So, I heard that you have this habit of attracting bullets."
"Apparently," I say, grinning despite the situation. Something about Sam makes me relax. "I guess I took the whole good-girl-loves-bad-boy onto a whole new level."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't get hurt." He leans toward me. "Do you need a ride to the hotel? Or is one of the police officers going to take you?"
"Oh, God, that's the last thing I want…arriving at a hotel in a police car. Then nobody will want to hire me."
"Aren't you still working at the school?"
"I am, or at least I was. I have a feeling that Mrs. Schneider—the woman I was living with—is going to complain to the PTA and I won't have a job there much longer."
"I'm sorry," he says. "Maybe you could do some things at my practice…"
"You've done enough for me," I say, and then wince. "But could I ask for one more favor? Could I borrow your cell phone? I need to call my brother to tell him that his house is a crime scene."
He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and hands it to me. "Good luck with that conversation."
"Thanks." I dial Connor's number. As I wait for him to answer, I keep my eyes on Sam. He taps a beat against his leg with two of his fingers, but it's not impatience. It's as if he were keeping a beat to something only he can hear.
I realize his rhythm is the same as my heartbeat.
~~~~~
Sam, 2014
GRACE IS ASSIGNED to Room 403 at The Guardian Inn. The room has a queen-sized bed with a red comforter. The walls are white while the curtains and carpet are red. I stand on the threshold of the room as Grace pulls in her suitcase.
She turns around and notices I'm still at the door. "Are you coming in?"
"Do you want me to?" I ask.
She laughs and says, "Sam, come in. I need you."
"You need me?" I take a step in and close the door behind me.
"Remember? My brother never answered his cell phone and the only way he can reach me…is through your phone."
"Ah." Words begin to fail me again. This is what I hate. Two people alone. There isn't a third person to pick up the slack when I can't figure out what to say.
"Should we order something to eat? I haven't eaten since eleven this morning." She picks up the hotel binder and flips it over to the restaurant section. "They have a Chinese place nearby. And a pizza place. Do you think we should take something out to the officer down the hall? It's not his fault that he was stuck with babysitting me."
"Whatever you want," I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip before she speaks. "Do you like burgers?"
"I'm an American, aren't I?" I joke.
She grins and takes my order of a bacon cheeseburger with fries. She picks up the hotel phone and dials. As she is ordering, my phone begins to vibrate. I take it out of my pocket and see a number I don't recognize. This is beginning to get annoying. What's the point of having a private cell phone if anyone can call me? I answer it.
"Hello?"
"Who is this?" a man asks, hesitantly.
I'm not sure how to answer
"No."
"Did you see any vehicles around that seemed out of place?"
He tilts his head, his eyes shifting as he thinks. "No. There wasn't any vehicles parked…not that I can remember. Except Grace's truck in front of me."
Rosenbloom scribbles something in his notes.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"It means the killer either lives nearby or he was dropped off by someone," Rosenbloom says. "There were some bicycle tracks around the area that the killer shot from, but we can't be certain they were from him."
Rosenbloom stands up. Sam and I stand, too, mirroring his actions. He shakes hands with me, and then Sam.
"Miss Ellery, your brother's house is now a crime scene," he says. "So, you can't return there. I've had it arranged so you will have a place at The Guardian Inn. We'll have one of the Murray officers keep watch of you in case the killer tries to strike again."
He walks out of the office, and I turn to Sam. "Hey again."
"Hey," he says. He shoves his hand in his pockets. "So, I heard that you have this habit of attracting bullets."
"Apparently," I say, grinning despite the situation. Something about Sam makes me relax. "I guess I took the whole good-girl-loves-bad-boy onto a whole new level."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't get hurt." He leans toward me. "Do you need a ride to the hotel? Or is one of the police officers going to take you?"
"Oh, God, that's the last thing I want…arriving at a hotel in a police car. Then nobody will want to hire me."
"Aren't you still working at the school?"
"I am, or at least I was. I have a feeling that Mrs. Schneider—the woman I was living with—is going to complain to the PTA and I won't have a job there much longer."
"I'm sorry," he says. "Maybe you could do some things at my practice…"
"You've done enough for me," I say, and then wince. "But could I ask for one more favor? Could I borrow your cell phone? I need to call my brother to tell him that his house is a crime scene."
He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and hands it to me. "Good luck with that conversation."
"Thanks." I dial Connor's number. As I wait for him to answer, I keep my eyes on Sam. He taps a beat against his leg with two of his fingers, but it's not impatience. It's as if he were keeping a beat to something only he can hear.
I realize his rhythm is the same as my heartbeat.
~~~~~
Sam, 2014
GRACE IS ASSIGNED to Room 403 at The Guardian Inn. The room has a queen-sized bed with a red comforter. The walls are white while the curtains and carpet are red. I stand on the threshold of the room as Grace pulls in her suitcase.
She turns around and notices I'm still at the door. "Are you coming in?"
"Do you want me to?" I ask.
She laughs and says, "Sam, come in. I need you."
"You need me?" I take a step in and close the door behind me.
"Remember? My brother never answered his cell phone and the only way he can reach me…is through your phone."
"Ah." Words begin to fail me again. This is what I hate. Two people alone. There isn't a third person to pick up the slack when I can't figure out what to say.
"Should we order something to eat? I haven't eaten since eleven this morning." She picks up the hotel binder and flips it over to the restaurant section. "They have a Chinese place nearby. And a pizza place. Do you think we should take something out to the officer down the hall? It's not his fault that he was stuck with babysitting me."
"Whatever you want," I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip before she speaks. "Do you like burgers?"
"I'm an American, aren't I?" I joke.
She grins and takes my order of a bacon cheeseburger with fries. She picks up the hotel phone and dials. As she is ordering, my phone begins to vibrate. I take it out of my pocket and see a number I don't recognize. This is beginning to get annoying. What's the point of having a private cell phone if anyone can call me? I answer it.
"Hello?"
"Who is this?" a man asks, hesitantly.
I'm not sure how to answer
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