Part 297 (1/2)

”But' She looked over in time to see a car drive slowly toward the

house. The figure behind the wheel was lost in the sheeting rain and

shadows as it cruised down the street. ”I'm sorry,” she said again.

”Would you mind waiting until I get the groceries in?”

”Look, lady, I've got other stops to make.”

She pulled a twenty out of her purse. ”Please.” Without waiting for his

agreement, she went back to her car to unload.

Inside she double-checked all the locks. With the fire, the lights, the

warmth, she'd all but convinced herself that she'd made a mistake. When

she didn't see the car reappear during the next twenty minutes, she was

almost sure of it.

Cooking relaxed her. She liked the scents she created, the low murmur

of music. As the hour grew later, the gray simply deepened. There was

no twilight, just the steady fall of rain. At ease again, she decided

to go upstairs and unpack.

The sound of a car swis.h.i.+ng through the rain outside had panic

streaking up her spine again. She stood frozen at the base of the

stairs, staring out the wide, dark window. It hadn't occurred to her

until that moment how exposed she was, with all the lights b.u.ming. She

could hear a brake set, a door slam.

She was on the way to the phone when she heard the footsteps in front of

the door. Without hesitating, she ran to the fireplace and grabbed the

bra.s.s poker. The knock had her grip tightening.

She was alone. He knew she was alone, Emma thought frantically, because

she'd been foolish enough to wander through the house with the lights

burning and the shades drawn up. She inched her way toward the phone.