Grave Doubts (A Paranormal Mystery Novel) by Lynn Bohart

Author:Lynn Bohart [Bohart, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bohart Ink
Published: 2012-12-22T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The antique pendulum clock on the wall struck ten o’clock with slow, even strokes. The police had come and gone. Lee had only told them about the break-in, not the assault, feeling an intense sense of shame she couldn’t overcome. Now she sat at the dining room table watching the street, her emotions shut down, but her nerves on alert. Her ears sought out every nuance of the night, magnifying the mere ticking of the clock on the wall. When the heater kicked on with a rush of warm, stale air, Lee almost came apart at the seams.

After Diane's death, she had laid awake nights speculating how someone could have killed her friend so easily. Did they pose as a delivery person? Did Diane know them? Lee tried to imagine how it was done with no mess. No noise. No alarm. Now someone had broken into her own home and violated her with such ease.

The police had found a side window broken. But although the first floor had been ransacked, from what Lee could tell, nothing had been stolen. But why? Had it been a case of attempted theft, and she’d interrupted him? Or, something even more sinister? Had the attack been the objective in the first place? The combination of fear and shame she felt now was enough to shut off the blood flow to her brain.

As the clock finished striking the hour, Patrick’s Mazda pulled up to the curb. She’d called him at rehearsal and asked him to come stay the night. She went to the door and peeked through the window to watch his lanky figure emerge from the little car. The chill that had settled deep inside her soul began to lift as he ambled up the walkway. Lee flung open the door with what she hoped would be a smile, but as Patrick made it to the top step, she felt her composure break. He quickly put his arm around her shoulders as they walked side by side into the house.

“I’m glad you called. You okay?” he asked, closing the door behind them.

“I'm okay,” she lied.

“Did the police find anything? Any way of identifying who it was?”

They went into the living room, where Lee had only done a minor clean-up.

“Whoa!” Patrick exclaimed. “You weren’t kidding.” He went to the entertainment center and looked inside. “They didn’t touch your stereo, or the TV. So why the mess?” He looked around him, then over at Lee. “They were looking for something,” he said with confidence. “You don’t think this had something to do with Diane, do you?”

Lee sank onto her sofa feeling very cold. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“I don’t’ know,” she rubbed her eye sockets, trying to release the headache that was forming again.

“What about the message Diane left on your answering machine?” Patrick asked. “Wouldn’t Bud Maddox know about that? Diane could have told him she was going to call you that night to tell you about not going in to work the next day.

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