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his gear, and took care of the coffee pot, as he figured he wouldn't be coming back to the office. Hurrying down the stairs, he hopped into his 4X4, started the engine and began to back up when he realized something was wrong. He jumped out and immediately spotted the flat back tire. When he kneeled down on his haunches, he saw the problem. An arrow had pierced the rubber and lay broken beside the wheel where he'd rolled over it.
He glanced up and down the alley, but saw nothing suspicious. Obviously, someone had followed Laura to his office, and speared the tire while they were talking. He walked around the vehicle to make sure it was the only one hit. Raising the back lid of the SUV, he removed the jack and spare, then continued to change the tire. Once he finished, he plopped the bad one into the back, and put the jack away. Wiping his hands on a rag, he closed the lid and climbed into the driver's seat. This had delayed him for almost an hour. If he hurried, there might be the chance he could still catch the master archer before he left work.
Since Summer's office was located at the back of the building, Hawkman drove down the alley, figuring that's where the instructor would park. Just as he pulled behind the sport's shop, he noted a black pickup driving out the opposite direction. Not knowing the make or model of the man's vehicle, he took the chance it wasn't him, and tried the back door, only to find it locked. He knocked, but no one answered, so he hurried around to the front, only to find the place closed for the evening. Going back to his 4X4, he left, and decided tomorrow, he'd hit the store earlier.
Hawkman decided to go back to the office and compare the arrow he found in the tire to the earlier one from the assault on his door. They almost looked identical down to the black and yellow feather fletching. He pulled the note pad over and reminded himself to ask Roy Summers if it meant anything to an archer to have certain colors on the fletching. Putting the arrows back into his safe, he picked up the receiver and dialed Laura's house. He wanted to make sure the girl had arrived home safe. She answered the phone and assured him all had gone well on her drive home and she'd not heard anymore from the anonymous caller.
Since Laura had mentioned the harasser, it reminded him to listen to the recording again. Plugging the machine into the electrical socket instead of using up the battery life, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and tried to remember where he'd heard the voice. He rubbed his temples, but nothing helped. It sounded a little muffled, like a towel or cloth covered the mouth piece. Finally, he turned off the machine and let it rest. He'd have Jennifer check it out tonight. Maybe the two of them could discuss it and she'd bring up something that would jar his memory.
He opened the drawer in his desk to retrieve the charger, and spotted his GPS tracker. He opened the case and checked the contents. This could be a life saver for Laura. Once he attached the piece to her car, he could track her whereabouts if the guy caught her in a corner. Hawkman assumed she'd agree to let him put the device on her vehicle. He'd take it home and plug it in all night, then it would last for several days before it needed charging again. His spirits lifted as things were coming together and a plan formed in his mind.
He tucked the equipment into his briefcase and decided to head for home. When he arrived, he found Jennifer on the floor of the living room, playing with Miss Marple.
"What the heck are you two doing?” he asked, grinning.
"I'm trying to introduce her to a new stuffed toy. She damaged the other one so badly, the stuffing is strewn all over the place. Well, I think she helped by pulling it out. There's no way I can fix it since the material is so worn and tattered."
"Does she like the new one?"
"It was sort of comical. When I found the flattened bunny, I think she realized it was ‘dead’ and
He glanced up and down the alley, but saw nothing suspicious. Obviously, someone had followed Laura to his office, and speared the tire while they were talking. He walked around the vehicle to make sure it was the only one hit. Raising the back lid of the SUV, he removed the jack and spare, then continued to change the tire. Once he finished, he plopped the bad one into the back, and put the jack away. Wiping his hands on a rag, he closed the lid and climbed into the driver's seat. This had delayed him for almost an hour. If he hurried, there might be the chance he could still catch the master archer before he left work.
Since Summer's office was located at the back of the building, Hawkman drove down the alley, figuring that's where the instructor would park. Just as he pulled behind the sport's shop, he noted a black pickup driving out the opposite direction. Not knowing the make or model of the man's vehicle, he took the chance it wasn't him, and tried the back door, only to find it locked. He knocked, but no one answered, so he hurried around to the front, only to find the place closed for the evening. Going back to his 4X4, he left, and decided tomorrow, he'd hit the store earlier.
Hawkman decided to go back to the office and compare the arrow he found in the tire to the earlier one from the assault on his door. They almost looked identical down to the black and yellow feather fletching. He pulled the note pad over and reminded himself to ask Roy Summers if it meant anything to an archer to have certain colors on the fletching. Putting the arrows back into his safe, he picked up the receiver and dialed Laura's house. He wanted to make sure the girl had arrived home safe. She answered the phone and assured him all had gone well on her drive home and she'd not heard anymore from the anonymous caller.
Since Laura had mentioned the harasser, it reminded him to listen to the recording again. Plugging the machine into the electrical socket instead of using up the battery life, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and tried to remember where he'd heard the voice. He rubbed his temples, but nothing helped. It sounded a little muffled, like a towel or cloth covered the mouth piece. Finally, he turned off the machine and let it rest. He'd have Jennifer check it out tonight. Maybe the two of them could discuss it and she'd bring up something that would jar his memory.
He opened the drawer in his desk to retrieve the charger, and spotted his GPS tracker. He opened the case and checked the contents. This could be a life saver for Laura. Once he attached the piece to her car, he could track her whereabouts if the guy caught her in a corner. Hawkman assumed she'd agree to let him put the device on her vehicle. He'd take it home and plug it in all night, then it would last for several days before it needed charging again. His spirits lifted as things were coming together and a plan formed in his mind.
He tucked the equipment into his briefcase and decided to head for home. When he arrived, he found Jennifer on the floor of the living room, playing with Miss Marple.
"What the heck are you two doing?” he asked, grinning.
"I'm trying to introduce her to a new stuffed toy. She damaged the other one so badly, the stuffing is strewn all over the place. Well, I think she helped by pulling it out. There's no way I can fix it since the material is so worn and tattered."
"Does she like the new one?"
"It was sort of comical. When I found the flattened bunny, I think she realized it was ‘dead’ and
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