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.Nothing had moved, and no sound broke the silence.Yet something was out there, near the trees, watching them.Doyle looked over his shoulder.“Nothing's there,” he said after a moment.He was wrong.Something was.She shivered and rubbed her arms.She felt no sense of danger, no sense of doom approaching, as she had last night when she'd stood on her front porch and watched the police lights flash red through the night.It was just a sense of.waiting.And expectation.Neither of which made any sense.Inside the house, something moved.Wood scraped against wood, then footsteps approached.“Yes?” The voice was high-pitched, quavery.The voice of an old woman.He frowned.“Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I'm looking for Rachel Grant.""At this hour? Go bother someone else, or I'll call the police.""Told you,” Kirby muttered.Doyle ignored her.He splayed one hand across the door, but quickly jerked it away.“It's urgent we speak to Rachel.Is she there?""There's no one here by that name.Be gone with you."Lights appeared in the neighboring terrace.If he wasn't careful, he'd have the whole street down on them.But if he was at all worried by such a prospect, he certainly didn't show it."Do you know where we can contact her?” he continued, his voice a little louder."Told you, there's no one here by that name.I got the phone in my hand, you know.I'm dialing.""Thanks for your help, ma'am.” He cupped Kirby's elbow and guided her down the steps.On the way past the letterbox, he snatched an envelope that was half sticking out of the box."That's theft in this country.""It's theft in mine, too, but right now, I don't really care.” He handed her the envelope.“Take a look."She did.It was addressed to Rachel Grant.“Could be a mistake.Maybe she's just moved and hasn't had her mail redirected."You really think that?""No.But it's better than the thought of breaking into that house and seeing who's really in there.That's what you're thinking of doing, isn't it?"He raised an eyebrow.“I see I'm not the only one reading minds here."She rubbed her arms and looked away from the warmth in his gaze.“It doesn't take a mind reader to guess that's what you're thinking.""But I bet you can guess what else I'm thinking."She grimaced.“Yeah.And you no doubt can guess my answer.""Kirby, get serious.I need to get into that house quickly and quietly.I can't do that if you're with me.""Meaning I'm a lumbering noisemaker?""Lumbering, no.Far from it.” He hesitated, his gaze sweeping her briefly.Her nerves jumped, as if touched by fire.“Noisy? Well, yes."He opened the passenger side door and motioned her to get in.She crossed her arms and stood her ground."That old lady is probably watching to see if we leave,” he said.“I have no doubt she will call the cops if we don't.""Oh.” Feeling foolish, she got in.He climbed into the driver's side and reversed out, heading down the street.He turned right onto another street, then switched off the headlights and turned around, heading back.He parked several houses up from the terrace, this time on the same side of the road.He took off his seat belt, then turned to face her.“I want you to climb into the driver's seat and keep the engine running.If anything—or anyone—remotely threatening approaches, drive off."She frowned.“What about you?""I'll be okay.I'll meet you at the zoo.It's not that far away, is it?"She shook her head, wondering how he knew if he'd never been there.He might have good hearing, but surely even he couldn't hear the zoo animals from here."I can't just leave you here,” she said.“What if you get into trouble and need help?""At the slightest hint of trouble, I'll leave.It's more important right now that you keep safe.Climb out and come around to the driver's side."She did.He'd climbed out and was holding the door open for her.She stopped, suddenly reluctant to get any closer, though what she feared she couldn't exactly say.For a second, neither of them moved.She stared at him, caught by the sudden intensity in his eyes—an intensity that seemed to delve right through her, touching her soul.Touching her heart.He reached out, trailing the back of his fingers down her cheek.Heat shivered through her, and her breath caught somewhere in her throat [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Nothing had moved, and no sound broke the silence.Yet something was out there, near the trees, watching them.Doyle looked over his shoulder.“Nothing's there,” he said after a moment.He was wrong.Something was.She shivered and rubbed her arms.She felt no sense of danger, no sense of doom approaching, as she had last night when she'd stood on her front porch and watched the police lights flash red through the night.It was just a sense of.waiting.And expectation.Neither of which made any sense.Inside the house, something moved.Wood scraped against wood, then footsteps approached.“Yes?” The voice was high-pitched, quavery.The voice of an old woman.He frowned.“Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I'm looking for Rachel Grant.""At this hour? Go bother someone else, or I'll call the police.""Told you,” Kirby muttered.Doyle ignored her.He splayed one hand across the door, but quickly jerked it away.“It's urgent we speak to Rachel.Is she there?""There's no one here by that name.Be gone with you."Lights appeared in the neighboring terrace.If he wasn't careful, he'd have the whole street down on them.But if he was at all worried by such a prospect, he certainly didn't show it."Do you know where we can contact her?” he continued, his voice a little louder."Told you, there's no one here by that name.I got the phone in my hand, you know.I'm dialing.""Thanks for your help, ma'am.” He cupped Kirby's elbow and guided her down the steps.On the way past the letterbox, he snatched an envelope that was half sticking out of the box."That's theft in this country.""It's theft in mine, too, but right now, I don't really care.” He handed her the envelope.“Take a look."She did.It was addressed to Rachel Grant.“Could be a mistake.Maybe she's just moved and hasn't had her mail redirected."You really think that?""No.But it's better than the thought of breaking into that house and seeing who's really in there.That's what you're thinking of doing, isn't it?"He raised an eyebrow.“I see I'm not the only one reading minds here."She rubbed her arms and looked away from the warmth in his gaze.“It doesn't take a mind reader to guess that's what you're thinking.""But I bet you can guess what else I'm thinking."She grimaced.“Yeah.And you no doubt can guess my answer.""Kirby, get serious.I need to get into that house quickly and quietly.I can't do that if you're with me.""Meaning I'm a lumbering noisemaker?""Lumbering, no.Far from it.” He hesitated, his gaze sweeping her briefly.Her nerves jumped, as if touched by fire.“Noisy? Well, yes."He opened the passenger side door and motioned her to get in.She crossed her arms and stood her ground."That old lady is probably watching to see if we leave,” he said.“I have no doubt she will call the cops if we don't.""Oh.” Feeling foolish, she got in.He climbed into the driver's side and reversed out, heading down the street.He turned right onto another street, then switched off the headlights and turned around, heading back.He parked several houses up from the terrace, this time on the same side of the road.He took off his seat belt, then turned to face her.“I want you to climb into the driver's seat and keep the engine running.If anything—or anyone—remotely threatening approaches, drive off."She frowned.“What about you?""I'll be okay.I'll meet you at the zoo.It's not that far away, is it?"She shook her head, wondering how he knew if he'd never been there.He might have good hearing, but surely even he couldn't hear the zoo animals from here."I can't just leave you here,” she said.“What if you get into trouble and need help?""At the slightest hint of trouble, I'll leave.It's more important right now that you keep safe.Climb out and come around to the driver's side."She did.He'd climbed out and was holding the door open for her.She stopped, suddenly reluctant to get any closer, though what she feared she couldn't exactly say.For a second, neither of them moved.She stared at him, caught by the sudden intensity in his eyes—an intensity that seemed to delve right through her, touching her soul.Touching her heart.He reached out, trailing the back of his fingers down her cheek.Heat shivered through her, and her breath caught somewhere in her throat [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]