Tell It Like It Is by Stanalei Fletcher

Author:Stanalei Fletcher [Fletcher, Stanalei]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, mafia, WWII
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Shelby leaned against the railing on the second-floor balcony of Rosalee’s Tahoe home for a moment, forcing herself to admire the view and sheer coziness of the place, instead of the lingering scent of Kane’s aftershave as he’d entered his aunt’s bedroom. He hadn’t looked all that disheveled after their day of traveling. Rosalee was exhausted and Shelby had to admit to feeling a bit weary herself.

Pushing aside the tiredness, she pulled out her cell phone and checked for service. The signal was strong enough to make a call. O’Neal was waiting for confirmation they’d arrived safely, and she needed to report in. She kept the conversation short and to the point. Although he hadn’t been happy when Rosalee refused to fly back to D.C., he’d agreed that Tahoe was a decent second choice. He’d liked that the cabin was secluded and situated well enough for them to see trouble coming.

“Have you found anything new on the latest threat letter?” If only there were more clues to aid in the investigation, instead of feeling like they were just running away to stay one step ahead of the threats.

“Nothing. No prints. No DNA.” O’Neal sounded as unhappy about the lack of results as Shelby felt. “Since the letter was hand delivered, it seems to confirm someone knows where Rosalee lives.”

“And like the rat incident, whoever it is can reach out when they please,” she finished the thought.

“Stay alert, Shelby. We can’t assume the danger didn’t follow you.”

She thought about the black sedan and silently agreed. She wished they’d spotted it again, but maybe Kane was right, and it was just a coincidence that it seemed to be following them.

“Any more information on who killed the maid?” She was finding it hard to believe they were hitting so many dead ends.

“The NYPD have the case. They’ve been going through what little evidence there was at the scene, but don’t have any leads, yet. The hotel footage seems to have been scrubbed. That suggests, like the latest threat letter indicated, the maid’s death was a warning, not some random burglary gone wrong.”

“It’s not easy to wipe security footage.” Shelby was beginning to wonder if the person who was after Rosalee had more clout and resources than a typical fan stalker.

“The lab techs have been digging through any digital footprint they can find, but so far have also hit dead ends.”

“And with Allison on bedrest, I’m sure they’re feeling shorthanded.”

“Indeed.” O’Neal sounded discouraged, too. “I hope, now you’re settled, you’ll be able to find some information on your end.”

“I’ll keep digging.” She ended the call, promising to e-mail their progress on the book the following night. Tucking the phone back in her jeans, she conceded that the decision to come there had been a good one. It did feel safer. In fact, it felt more than safe. During her assignments, she’d been in some very posh, upscale homes. Yet this house, and Rosalee’s Long Beach home, had a more welcoming feel than any other place she’d ever been.

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