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of telling you I’ve had visions of a little girl or boy with your serious brown eyes and smiling mouth. I’m not myself yet. When I get back to the city, all these crazy thoughts will fade.
    “Hmmm, I’ll keep that in mind.”
    When they’d finished lunch, he walked her back to the office. She unlocked the door and started inside. Sam held her back. “Let me check the place.”
    He went in first and checked all around. “It’s all clear.”
    “Thanks for checking.”
    “I’ll be busy this week with Grace. How about I pick you up at the cabin around six on Friday evening?”
    “Sounds good to me. Have fun with your sister.”
    “Mom’s having a party for her Saturday night. She said to be sure and invite you. Please plan on coming. I want you to get to know Grace better.”
    “I will if you are sure your mom doesn’t mind.”
    “Not at all. She really did ask me to talk to you about coming.”
    “See you Friday. I have to work.” She pushed him out the door. He waved and walked jauntily toward his truck. Soon afterward, the sheriff returned. She wondered if they’d all gotten together and set up a schedule of when to check on her.
    “You’ve got this place better organized than any assistant I’ve ever had. I hope you decide to stay around.” He sat down at his desk and chuckled, reading her notes about the calls.
    “All our weird neighbors called this morning. What did you think?”
    “They definitely made my morning interesting.”
    “Would you like to ride with me tomorrow? I’ll show you around the territory and introduce you to some of our more distant neighbors.”
    “This offer isn’t just to keep me close to protect me, is it?”
    “Nope. It’s a genuine invite.”
    “Then yes, I’d love to ride along.”
    Sylvia finished her typing. Because of her wrist, she had to type for short periods. But she was getting better, stronger.
    Accepting the job in the sheriff’s office had been a good idea. She liked the sheriff, the town, and the people she’d met. In fact, she’d never been this content, not for a long time. It both scared her and pleased her. Oh well, it would never last. The restlessness always came back.

Chapter Seven
     
    Giselle had been hiding behind the sheriff’s office most of the week watching for an opportunity to strike. She was tired of waiting.
    She parked her old car at the end of town, and walked behind the buildings toward the office. No one expected Sylvia to be attacked there. They left her alone for a good part of the day. The sheriff and Sam, the man Sylvia appeared to care about, checked on her at intervals each day.
    As soon as the sheriff left, she’d go around the corner and sneak in the door. She couldn’t wait to confront her nemesis. Sylvia had won every encounter until now.
    But she wouldn’t win this one.
    Sheriff Grady came out, got in his truck, and sped away. Giselle watched him disappear around a corner. She waited to see if anyone else would arrive. After fifteen minutes, she started creeping around to the front of the building.
    When she put her hand on the doorknob, it turned. Very quietly, she slipped inside and locked the door. At first, she didn’t see Sylvia. Then she came walking into the main room from the back.
    “Can I help you?”
    Good, she doesn’t recognize me. My disguise as a middle-aged woman is working.
    “I’m looking for the sheriff.”
    “You just missed him, but I can call him back.”
    “No, maybe you can help me. My husband left me with three little children. I’m trying to find him.”
    “Do you have a description?” Sylvia picked up a pen to write down what she said.
    Giselle gave her a vague description. “I thought I saw him in the grocery mart at the edge of town. I’m afraid I’ll miss him if we don’t go now. Do you have a car? I’d like you to be with me when I confront him.”
    Sylvia hesitated. “The sheriff did leave me a cruiser to use. It’s parked right out front. But I shouldn’t