close-up, her face looked slightly careworn. Her wavy blond hair was cut short. She always smelled like lavender, which was also her favorite color. At the moment, she wore a lavender blouse and khakis. She was on the phone with a friend, and held her hand over the mouthpiece. Her engagement ringâgiven to her by Collinâs grandfather twenty-three years agoâhad a big diamond that sparkled in the light.
Dee wasnât his actual grandmother. Collinâs real grandmother had died after a long bout with cancer back when his mom was just a kid. His grandfather married Dee eight years later. Collinâs mom never really warmed up to Dee. She used to say Dee looked like a floozy ex-stripper. Collin thought that was pretty harsh, especially since his mom wasnât exactly a saint or anything. Dee had always been sweet to him. Besides, she was the only grandmother he had.
Sheâd been fretting and fussing over him for the last ten days. Now she was looking at him with concern. âWhere are you headed?â she asked.
Collin shrugged. âI thought Iâd ride my bike to town and grab a late breakfast.â
Dee frowned, and then put the phone to her ear. âHold on just another second, Mary Lou. Sorry.â She covered the mouthpiece again. âIâm sorry, sweetie. If your grandfather was here to give the okay, thatâs one thing. But I really donât think you should go out alone just yet.â
He cracked a tiny smile. âWell, itâs not like Iâll be alone, Dee. You can be sure theyâll give me a police escort.â
Ever since the murders, an unmarked police car had been parked on Skog-Strand Lane by the front gate of his grandparentsâ beachfront home. Four Seattle police detectives worked in shifts, watching the houseâand watching him.
âWhy go out for breakfast when I can make you perfectly delicious pancakes?â Dee asked. âPlus the fridge is crammed. Those cold cuts from the deli are in there.â Dee was always telling him what was in the refrigerator. âAnd we have those toaster waffles you like. . . .â
He shrugged. âThanks anyway, Dee. I just want to go out.â
That much was true. But he planned to go to Hot Shots Java, where the pretty blond barista, Melissa, worked. She was a year or two older than him. On his last visit to his grandparents, when heâd stopped by the coffee shop, Melissa had complimented him on his shirt and given him a free iced latte. Sheâd had the sweetest smile. Heâd gotten kind of tongue-tied around her. Collin hoped she still worked there. But he didnât want to tell his grandmother that. She might think something was wrong with him for having some girl on his mind so soon after his motherâs death. The truth was, heâd been thinking about Melissa for the past few days.
âI really need the exercise,â he explained. âIâm feeling kind of cooped up here lately.â
With a sigh, she talked into the phone again. âSorry, Mary Lou, can I call you back in a couple of minutes?â
Slump-shouldered, Collin turned and wandered toward the breakfast table while his grandmother made another call. His grandparentsâ kitchen was like something in one of those Home & Garden TV shows: hardwood floors, stainless-steel appliances, and all the new gadgets. Behind Dee was a sliding glass door to a patioâwith stone stairs that led down to the beach. The late morning sun reflected across the rippled water of Liberty Bay. At least a dozen boats were out there. Collin could see he was missing a gorgeous day. Heâd dressed for it, tooâin cargo shorts, a blue polo shirt, and his black Converse All Stars.
âHi, hon,â his grandmother said into the phone. âSorry to interrupt your game. You werenât late teeing off, were you? Good. Say, listen, Collin wants to ride his bike into town, and I have to admit, Iâm a little
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