The Perfect Letter by Chris Harrison

Author:Chris Harrison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

The rest of her morning went pretty much as planned—meeting after meeting, some promising, some not—and it was creeping toward noon, when she could go back to her cottage, to Jake, and to the avalanche of texts and phone messages that kept showing up on her cell from Joseph and Chloe. Leigh looked at her schedule—one more appointment this morning. If she hurried she could still make it up the hill to see Jake for lunch.

She was writing a note in her notebook to remind herself about her meeting with Jim the next day when the door opened and her next appointment came inside. “Knock, knock,” said a voice.

“Come in,” she said, still writing, slightly annoyed that she couldn’t have two seconds to jot down a note when she looked up to see the man she’d met at the bar two nights before, the one with the long gray ponytail who’d offered to buy her a drink at the last show of the night before Chloe whisked her away. He’d known her name, said he’d known all about her. Her memory was a bit fuzzy, but she seemed to recall that she’d gotten a creepy vibe from him. What had he said to her? I know all about you, Leigh Merrill.

The man sat down now at the table across from her, leaning forward and knocking his knuckles on the table, twice, as if he were about to make some kind of request or demand. Leigh was immediately on her guard. “It’s you,” she said.

“It’s me,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you’d remember me. You were pretty sloshed the other night.”

“You said you knew who I was . . . now I understand it a little better.”

“You didn’t understand it at the time?”

“Not really, no. I try not to engage with people who hit on me in bars.”

“You thought I was hitting on you?” he said. He looked around at the conference room—the windows, the lights, the tables and chairs, the whiteboard, even Leigh’s bag on the chair next to her—with a proprietary air. “You must be so used to men hitting on you that you always think that’s what they’re after. How cute.”

“What can I do for you?” she asked, trying to turn the conversation back to business, trying not to show how annoyed she was.

He produced a thin white envelope from under the table and set it between the two of them, thumping it twice more with his knuckles for good measure. “I have a bit of a thriller on my hands, you might say. A bit of a fast read. A murder mystery, you might call it. I think it will interest you.”

She seriously doubted that—she didn’t publish thrillers; didn’t this guy do his homework?—but she put on her most polite expression and asked, “Really? Looks a bit thin for a thriller.”

“More of a book proposal, say.”

Leigh was prepared to say no already—a book proposal? really?—but she humored the creep. “Okay. Why don’t you tell me more about

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