Obsession & Eyewitness: Obsession / Eyewitness. Carol Ericson
to Amanda’s house now?”
“Good, you waited for me. I was afraid you’d traipse over there on your own.”
“Me, poke around a house that someone may be watching? The same someone who’s been watching me? No, thanks.”
“I knew you were smart.” He touched his finger to her nose.
She grabbed a sweatshirt from the hook by the door because from the look of things, the sun wouldn’t be out much longer.
As she pulled the door closed, Colin snapped his fingers. “Amanda’s husband might have moved back into the house. Didn’t you tell me he moved out during the separation?”
“He’s staying at his parents’ place.” She dangled her keys. “The house is on the other side of town in that new development.”
On the drive to Amanda’s house, Michelle asked about the case against the transient. She was still holding out hope that the police had caught the killer, but she shared Colin’s gut instinct that the cops had the wrong guy.
“Did the P.D. get anything more on Chris the homeless guy?”
“Nope. I think old Chris is enjoying his three hots and a cot right now. I don’t think he’s too concerned, since he knows he’s innocent…unless the cops try to railroad him.”
“They wouldn’t do that. I know Chief Evans wants Amanda’s murder solved before the summer tourist season, but he doesn’t have anything to prove. I heard he’s applying to a few big-city departments, so he probably won’t be around much longer, anyway.”
After driving through downtown Coral Cove, Michelle took a street that wound into the low-lying hills tucked against Coral Cove’s eastern border.
Colin whistled. “These are some nice houses up here, but I still like our side of town better.”
“They definitely get more sunshine up here.” Her car rolled along newish streets that formed a neat crisscross pattern. When she rounded the corner of Amanda’s street, she swallowed hard.
How many times had she visited Amanda up here? That night Amanda should’ve reconciled with Ryan, and the two of them would’ve come back here to make up.
She suppressed a shiver. Amanda had never suspected a thing. Or had she? Had someone been sending her faintly disturbing emails? Had someone left rose petals for her? Had she been hearing noises outside her window?
If so, she’d never mentioned anything to Michelle.
She pulled alongside a curb several houses down from Amanda’s. She pointed. “That’s her house, seven twenty-two.”
“Why are we parked here?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to look suspicious.” Her cheeks heated up under Colin’s eyes shining with humor. “You know. Maybe someone’s watching.”
He nodded briskly. “Good idea.”
A couple of kids riding scooters in the street stopped to stare at them, but beyond that audience, Michelle and Colin slipped through the gate leading to Amanda’s backyard unnoticed.
“Do you know which one is her bedroom window?”
“It’s at the end.”
They crossed the small yard, a little overgrown since Ryan’s absence from the house. Michelle stopped in front of the last set of windows. “There’s another window around the corner of the house.”
“Okay. Let’s check here first.” Colin wiped his hands across the soft cotton covering his stomach. Then he trailed his fingers along the glass of the window, carefully outlining a grid pattern like he had done on her window.
“I don’t feel anything. You want to check around on the ground?”
“I don’t think we’re going to get lucky twice.” She crouched down and scanned the ground below Amanda’s window. An object like that little camera would jump right out at her on this light-colored cement.
“Nothing. You?” Colin brushed his long fingers together with a frown creasing his forehead.
“No. Let’s try the other window.”
They turned the corner to the side of the house. “This is another bedroom window and the small one farther down is the bathroom.”
She gritted her teeth against the sour taste that rose from her belly when she thought about someone recording her every move in her own bedroom.
Colin rubbed his hands together before continuing his examination of the surface of the window, like a blind man reading Braille.
Michelle couldn’t help the thought that slammed into her brain—what would those fingers feel like trailing along the bare skin of her body?
She dropped to her knees and combed through the dirt in the flower bed beneath the window. No roses here, just neglected impatiens. Ryan had been the one with the green thumb.
Now Amanda was as dead as those flowers.
“There’s nothing here, Michelle. No trace evidence of any adhesive on these windows, no camera.”
She flicked a dried leaf from a drooping flower. “If this is the same guy, why would he change his mode of operation? Why watch me when he never watched Amanda?”
“We don’t know that he never watched Amanda. We can’t find any evidence he did, but that doesn’t mean much.”
“Nothing means much, including that transient hiding out at Columbella House.”
He grazed the top of her head with his knuckles, and then dropped to his haunches beside her. “I thought you were halfway to believing the cops had their man.”
“I was hoping…until we found that camera at my place. No way a guy like Chris would have the means to buy a device like that.”
“Maybe the camera is unrelated to the murder.”
She puffed at a strand of hair sticking to the lip balm on her lips. “Not likely.”
“Who knows?” He took her arm and pulled her up as he straightened to his full height. “Maybe it’s a horny student hoping to catch a glimpse of his hot algebra teacher.”
Michelle stiffened. Like mother, like daughter?
Colin swore under his breath. “I’m an idiot, Michelle. I didn’t mean…”
She held up a dirt-smudged hand. “It’s okay. My mom wasn’t even a teacher.”
He placed his palm against hers, dwarfing her hand. “Enough sleuthing for the day. While we’re waiting around for Jake’s call, I’m going to take you out to dinner…after you wash your hands.”
She slid her hand from his and wiped it on the seat of her denim shorts. “You took me out to dinner last night.”
“Technically, that was lunch. I haven’t been to Neptune’s Catch since I’ve been back.” He nudged her toward the front of Amanda’s house, and she didn’t resist.
“Neptune’s Catch is an overpriced tourist trap.”
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