…kiss him? kill him? I didn’t know what she’d do.
I knew I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t like this was even close to my jurisdiction–southwest Louisiana may as well have been on a different planet. Still, I couldn’t just wander off knowing I might have prevented another person’s death.
Besides, she wasn’t bad looking. And she climbed the fire escape without hesitation. Not many women I knew could do that. She wasn’t the woman I’d traveled so far to locate, but I felt compelled to find out more about her. I’d waited ten years to follow Grace; I could wait a few more minutes.
When I was fairly sure I knew where these two were headed, I crossed the street and slipped into the massive building. A stairway waited behind the first door I tried.
Flashing lights from the street below gave the night an unreal quality as I stepped out onto the roof, reminding me of the swamp gas that sometimes rose from the marsh in ghostly glows on winter nights. Gravel crunched beneath my boots and I froze.
It took a moment to find the voices in the dark, and even longer to ease silently toward them. Judging from their exchange, I was now fairly sure they weren’t working together.
“Look,” the woman said, “there’s a lot more at stake here than you know.”
“Oh?” The man huffed a quick laugh. “And I thought the stakes were already high enough. What is it you’re not telling me?”
I suddenly felt a presence –a large, menacing presence. I hadn’t heard anyone approach, but I knew someone stood right behind me. And I had a strong suspicion that person wasn’t going to be friendly.
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have left my thirty-eight in the hotel room.
As I turned, something smashed into the side of my head and I went down hard.
“What was that?” The woman sounded farther away than she should have, but at least I was still conscious.
Trying to ignore the searing pain, I turned my head to look up at my attacker and found…
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S. H. Baker writes the Dassas Cormier Mystery Series. Visit her at www.SHBaker.com.