Kansas City's Bravest. Julie Miller
look at the blank envelope. “And you’re sure they’re for me? There’s no name.”
“Honey, my Jim’s been dead goin’ on ten years now. Who’d be sending an old girl like me flowers?”
Meghan traded worried looks with Dorie. “How did they know where to deliver them? Why didn’t they go to my apartment?”
Only John Murdock and the chief knew that this was her second home. And she doubted anyone at Family Services who knew she volunteered here would be sending flowers. She supposed someone could have tried to deliver them at the station house and been redirected here. But John was off duty, too. Who else knew to find her here? Had she been followed?
Dorie tapped her on the shoulder. “Don’t stand there gawkin’ at ’em. Open the card and see who they’re from. Maybe that’ll solve the mystery.”
An uneasy feeling settled around Meghan’s shoulders as she plucked the envelope from its plastic mount. That uneasy feeling knotted into a combination of fear and anger—a sense of violation deep in her gut—as she pulled out the card and read it.
“That’s odd.” Dorie’s confusion echoed her own. “It doesn’t say.”
Meghan crammed the note into the pocket of her shorts. The discomfiting words were already emblazoned in her memory.
You are truly Kansas City’s Bravest.
You know I love you.
Only one man had ever claimed to love her.
And she’d thrown his proposal back in his face and walked out of his life forever.
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