Pillow Stalk by Diane Vallere

Author:Diane Vallere
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Humor, fashion mystery, mystery novels, traditional mystery, Women Sleuths, humorous mystery, mystery books, Mystery Series, Humor & Satire, Cozy, british mysteries, english mysteries, Thriller & Suspense, cozy mystery, chick lit, Mystery, mid-century modern, American, murder mystery, female sleuths, doris day, Romantic Comedy, Amateur Sleuth, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1940976065
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2014-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

I tried to fight against the strong cage of arms but couldn’t. And then I heard the voice.

“Madison, Madison, ssshhhhh, it’s Hudson. It’s Hudson, it’s Hudson. Don’t fight me. It’s Hudson.”

Like yesterday, when he’d found me in front of his house after being attacked, the repetition of his soothing voice calmed me. I relaxed slightly, but not entirely. He removed his hand from my mouth. Moments later he turned me around to face him. My own fear reflected in his eyes.

“Madison, I’m not going to hurt you.”

My chest heaved and fell with deep penetrating lungs filled with air. “Get your hands off me,” I said in a low, gravelly voice, my heart pounding in my chest from the surprise.

He let go and held up his palms facing me like he was proving he wasn’t a threat. I took two steps backward to put distance between us. Rocky yipped around our ankles like we were playing. He put his front paws on Hudson’s jeans and stared up at his friend’s face, not understanding that sometimes friends were not to be trusted.

I reached in the bag slung across my chest and pulled out my cell phone. “I’m calling the cops.”

“Madison—”

I put a hand out palm first in front of me to stop him from closing the space between us.

“How did you get in here?” I asked.

“You gave me a set of keys when you asked me to do maintenance on the building.” He reached into the pocket of his black jeans; I took another half step back. He extracted three metal keys that still hung on the cheap key ring the locksmith had used when he’d cut the set. Gently, Hudson set the keys on the low wooden hutch.

“Please let me explain.”

“Damn it, Hudson!” I yelled. I dropped the phone. My fingers splayed like I was holding an invisible basketball and my hands jabbed forward like I was looking for a teammate to pass the ball to. “I can’t live like this,” My breath caught. “This is not a normal life!” I pushed fingers into my temples and the tasseled hat fell off my head. I felt my face contort with emotion. “People are chasing me and jumping out at me. Everybody knows more than I do and nobody is telling me anything. I can’t live like this!” I repeated.

Before he could speak there was a knock on the door. Instantly we both went quiet.

“Ms. Night? It’s Kirsten from Apartment B. Are you okay?”

I remained silent.

“Ms. Night? I heard you yelling. Do you want me to call that police officer who drove you home? He gave me his card when he was here on Wednesday.”

Hudson had a finger up to his mouth but her last words made his hand drop. It was do or die time. I took a deep breath to steady my voice.

“Kirsten, it’s okay. I’m on the phone.”

I watched the shadow below my door stay steady then retreat. “Okay, sorry to bother you. Give Rocky a kiss for me!”

I suddenly pushed Hudson against the wall behind the door and opened it.

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