The Littlest Witness by Amanda Stevens

Author:Amanda Stevens
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Thea reached up and closed the file drawer as quietly as she could. Then she scrambled under the desk, huddling in the tight space and praying she hadn’t been seen or heard. The file cabinets were located on the same wall as the window, but in the farthest corner. It would have been difficult for anyone peering into the darkened office to see her, although the glow of her penlight might have been visible. But Thea had dropped her light…Oh, God, where was it?

Frantically she felt beneath the desk, all around her, as she heard the frame of the broken window sliding up. A cold blast of air filled the office, and then the soft telltale thump as feet landed on the carpeted floor.

Her breath suspended, Thea wondered desperately if her flashlight had rolled out on the other side of the desk, in which case, the beam would surely give her away.

The room fell into almost unbearable silence. Thea closed her eyes, straining to hear, but the only sound that reached her ears was the pounding of her heart and the muted sound of traffic outside.

She was going to be caught!

She was going to be found out. She was going to spend the rest of her life in prison, away from Nikki—

Her hand closed over the penlight. She brought it up and almost gasped when the tiny beam caught her in the eye. She pressed the switch, dousing the light as she tried to figure out what to do.

What could she do?

Whoever was in this office with her hadn’t come in through the front door. He’d broken in, but for what purpose?

Thea almost instantly had her answer. The intruder moved across the carpet toward the desk. Thea tried to scrunch herself into an even tighter ball. If the lights weren’t turned on, if he didn’t sit down and put his legs beneath the desk…

Her luck held for the moment. She heard the computer come on again, and then the familiar sounds as the system booted up. Mouse clicks followed. Then silence. Then more clicks.

He was doing exactly what she’d done. The prowler was searching for, and more than likely deleting, incriminating information.

Was he Gail Waters’s killer?

Adrenaline shot through Thea’s bloodstream, a heady mix of fear and excitement, undercut with an almost fatal curiosity. If she could somehow find out his identity…

Thea realized she’d been using the masculine pronoun in her mind, but she had no idea of the prowler’s gender. She couldn’t even see his—or her—shoes.

She turned her head, trying to get a better view. Her neck, positioned in one place for too long, creaked. The sound was like a gunshot. Thea squeezed her eyes closed, praying. For the longest moment she didn’t move a muscle, and then, after an eternity, the mouse clicks started again. She could have wept with relief.

To see the intruder’s shoes, she would have to move closer to the opening in the desk, crane her neck—

The door opened and the room was suddenly flooded with light.

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