Terror on Top by CeeCee James

Author:CeeCee James
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Stella came out a few minutes later.

“You’re not going to believe what I saw,” I whispered to her.

“What?” Her eyebrows raised.

“Come on.” We headed outside, and I still didn’t feel safe. I led her to the corner of the building. It was pitch black by now, but there was a street lamp.

“There was a woman on Officer Jefferson’s screen. Her last name was Dunham.”

“So?”

“I think it was the so-called neighbor woman.”

I had my phone out by now and was trying to do a search on the license plate.

“You think it was her, really?”

I was too distracted to answer as I scrolled through the internet options. No luck. The only advice was to take the number to the police department if they committed a crime.

Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt.

I glanced up and saw Stella still waiting patiently for her answer. “Oh, sorry. It turns out license plate information is confidential.” I chucked my phone into my purse. “I’m getting sick and tired of all these dead ends.”

“I hear you.” She made a sympathetic noise. “You look tired.”

“Exhausted,” I admitted.

“Go home and get some rest. I’m seriously turning my phone off and doing the same.”

“Good idea. I should do that too.”

“Thanks for being there tonight. I appreciate all of your help.”

“Any time.”

She headed in the direction of her car, and I walked to mine. I would have liked to go straight home, but I was out of coffee. And there was no way I was going to face a non-coffee morning. I wasn’t that brave.

Luckily, I made it to the store before they closed, an odd thing I had to get used to in this small town. Back in Pittsburgh, most of the stores were open well into the night. Not so out here.

I snagged a bag of coffee and then wandered down the peanut butter and jelly aisle. “Raspberry is good,” I muttered, grimacing a little when I realized I was talking to myself. I shrugged it off and grabbed a jar.

It was as I was seriously considering a jar of Nutella that I got a phone call. It was from an unknown number.

Prickles crawled up my neck. I glanced up the aisle. I was alone.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Tanner?” It was Officer Jefferson.

“Yes?”

“I’d just like to let you know about that license plate. The car belongs to a Darla Cormac Dunham.”

“Oh. Thank you! Does she have a crime history?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” With that he hung up.

Wow. Well, that was unexpected as well as nice of him to get back to me. Maybe I’d won him over more than I thought.

To celebrate, I dropped the Nutella in the basket. After a few more minutes, a loaf of bread and a bag of apples was added.

I was so lost in my thoughts I hardly noticed the drive home. Kind of creeped me out that I could do that, if I’m honest. Drive without really paying attention.

I climbed the flights of stairs and dumped the stuff on my counter. Then I found my toaster, the Nutella, and the bread.

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