Harbour by Claire Boston

Author:Claire Boston [Boston, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, small town romance
Publisher: Bantilly Publishing
Published: 2020-02-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Alyse drove out of Albany, the new filing cabinet key burning a hole in her pocket. If Mark found it, she’d never be able to explain it. Would it be better if she put it on her keyring—hide it in plain sight—or keep it in her pocket and hope Mark didn’t go through her clothes? She should have bought her own filing cabinet, then she’d have a reason for a key—but he’d likely confiscate the keys anyway. She groaned, anxiety causing her heart to beat faster. The sooner this was over the better. Maybe she should call Jeremy, find out if he’d heard from the police.

Her phone rang making her jump. Think of the devil. She answered and then clenched the steering wheel. “What did they say?”

“Lincoln wants to talk to you in person,” Jeremy said.

“Can he protect me?”

“He needs more information.”

She bit her lip. “All I have are my accounts.” No, that wasn’t all. “And the name Salvatore Incorporated. I found a sales contract in Mark’s office, but the quantities are far more than I can provide. Lincoln might be able trace it, find out if it’s of any value.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“Oh, and I bought a key for Mark’s filing cabinet too. Hopefully I’ll open it this afternoon.”

“OK. I’ll call you back.”

“Thanks, Jeremy.”

“Any time.” He hung up.

Her hands shook. Would she ever have enough evidence to put Mark away for good? If the filing cabinet didn’t amount to anything, she’d get into his man cave somehow.

If Mark caught her though… he was acting strangely as it was. She swallowed hard. Would he be mad enough to kill her? Should she carry some kind of weapon, like a Swiss army knife? No, Mark would overpower her and then he’d use it against her.

Her chest ached. One way or another, Mark’s terrorism would end—hopefully with her still alive.

She pulled into her property half an hour later and parked in the shed. Mark’s ute was by the house so he was around somewhere. She’d have to wait to get back into his office. In the meantime, she’d offload her supplies and build some new frames for the hives and paint some new supers.

The normal task of measuring wood helped to reduce the tension in her shoulders. She enjoyed this time of year. It was quieter, with only the Flat Top Yate flowering, so it meant she had time to take stock, thoroughly clean and repair all of her equipment and prepare for the rush of spring. She whistled as she measured the pieces she needed.

“Why are you so happy?”

She spun to find Mark right behind her. “Oh, you startled me.” She placed a hand to her chest, to calm her pulse.

“If you weren’t whistling, you’d hear me.”

She nodded.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Ah, well I’m working on new frames for spring. I enjoy making them.”

He scowled. “I called Craig.”

Something in his tone made her stiffen. “Did you get it sorted?”

“He said he didn’t drop by.”

She frowned, stepping away from him. “What do you mean?”

“What, are you deaf now? You lied about him coming over so I wouldn’t go with you.

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