Danger in a Small Town. Ginny Aiken
shot her a look. “Who’s real?”
“My shadow.” She told him what she’d seen, what she’d hoped she’d only imagined, and then described the phone call in detail.
“If there was someone outside the window, do you really think he’d sit around this long?”
“I suppose you’re right. But we have a broken window, and I did get another call.”
“Didn’t you think you should call Maggie? At least tell me what really happened?” Tess winced at Ethan’s clipped words.
But before she could defend herself, he went on. “I’m glad I called Joe. Your uncle could have been in danger. At least Joe can call for help if your intruder returns.”
As he spoke, Ethan drove, his hands sure on the steering wheel, his expression unreadable.
“Look,” Tess said, after giving the night’s events some thought. “I don’t have anything that belongs to anyone, and that tree was making some pretty crazy shadows up in my room. Maybe I did imagine the shadow. I was pretty scared.”
The muscle in Ethan’s jaw worked. “A busted window, a threatening call and a car without lights. That doesn’t sound like the bogeyman to me. I suspect someone was there.”
He pulled up to the entrance to the E.R., set the brakes, ran around the SUV and helped her out of the car. “Thanks,” she said, her voice tight. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to wait—”
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