Stolen Secrets by Nancy Radke

Author:Nancy Radke [Radke, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B008DYPUGO
Publisher: Bedrock Distribution LLC
Published: 2012-06-20T14:00:00+00:00

15

Stumbling across the dock, Ryan walked to his front door ahead of Angie. He fumbled with the key, acutely aware of her behind him, chirping merrily about her haircut. She mentioned that she and Grandma were going shopping for clothes when the weather got better.

“Go now,” he managed to mutter.

“Really? But you need to know— ”

“Take a cab.” He finally got his door unlocked, went inside, and turned. “Now.” He waved his hand at her and she took a step backwards. “Today.”

“But a person came. I scared him away. While you were gone.”

“Oh.” The news broke through his mind-fog. “Who?”

“I didn’t get a good look at him. He seemed the same height, though, as our thief.”

“And?”

“He left in a boat. A white one. I couldn’t see any name on the back.”

“Do you know the type?”

“A speedboat. I don’t know what kind.”

“What else did you see?”

“Nothing.”

Ryan pulled out his wallet. “Here’s some money, just in case you spot something special.”

She stepped closer and her perfume invaded his space. “You think I should still go? After what happened?”

He nodded and handed her two hundred dollars. Anything to get some breathing distance. She had blown all his drives and he needed a chance to repair.

He gazed spellbound at her, noting the splendid line of her neck, her full lower lip, high cheekbones, and beautiful, wide-set gray eyes that penetrated his soul and left him speechless. He hoped she had take the money and leave.

She did, bidding him a cheery, “Goodbye,” and walked back to tell Grandma Miller.

He closed the door and leaned his forehead on it. What was he going to do when she returned? Silence was golden, but not when you couldn’t think of anything to say.

He’d have to come up with something— maybe a project of some kind, which she could do alone. One which would keep her busy while he adjusted to her new presence. The duckling from the storm had become a beautiful swan... and he’d just sent her to buy clothes to make her more lovely.

He could handle this. He wasn’t going to lose Angie.

The phone rang. He checked the caller ID, hoping it was Angie.

It was not. Caller unknown, it announced, but he answered it anyway. Maybe it would clear the buzz from his brain.

“Hello.”

“Ryan? Ryan Duvall? Is that you?”

“Yes.” He recognized the voice. Patti. She always emphasized the last words of each sentence, as if they were very important. She had never called his home before. Surprised, he said, “Yes,” again.

“I’m scared.”

“Huh? What... I mean, why?”

“There’s a bookie— someone Ted knew. You knew Ted, my boyfriend, right? You saw him, didn’t you. He picked me up now and then, after work.”

“Right.”

“Well this bookie’s called me a couple of times and threatened me. He claims he was Ted’s friend, but I don’t believe it. He’s scary. Nasty. Told me to leave the state. I don’t know what to do. I just don’t.”

“Did he say why?”

“No. Just to leave. No one’s ever talked to me like that before. No one.

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