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“No. I’m not a fan of takeout.”
Gail laughed. “Good Lord, why? I would have starved to death years ago if not for the pizza place near me.”
“I like to cook.” Sort of true, but she really didn’t like having delivery people showing up at her front door. Even if she were expecting them, they were strangers, wearing uniforms and ball caps that hid their faces too easily.
“What’re you cooking?”
“I went to the market on Sunday. I’ll likely make a minestrone soup.” She fished her phone out of her purse and saw that David had texted. WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU. DINNER?
“That isn’t a happy expression,” Gail said.
“Guy I know from a running group wants to talk to me.”
“Think he’s the one who sent the flowers? Maybe his card really meant happy one-month anniversary in the group.”
“No. He didn’t send the flowers. We both knew Deidre, but other than that we’re just acquaintances.”
“You don’t think those flowers are romantic? They were expensive. A guy really likes a girl when he’s willing to spend money on her.”
“I think sending flowers and not signing the card is creepy.” Once, Philip had left a single rose on the driver’s seat of her car. She’d always locked the car, and the flower was his way of telling her he could get to her anytime.
“You gonna text him back?”
“Of course.”
Her fingertips hesitated over the cell phone keys.
“Just say you have surgery tonight.”
Tempted. “What about tomorrow?”
“You’ll be busy then, too. It happens a few times, he’ll get the message to back off.”
“Assuming he’s the kind of guy who operates under normal boundaries.”
Gail cocked her head. “Sounds like experience talking. Your late husband wasn’t a nice guy?”
Leah sighed. “He wasn’t, but you’d never have known it when you first met him. So charming. And then it was either full-on romance or anger. Little in between.”
“Was it terrible for you?”
“For a while it was.” She shook off the fear. “But I’m not worried about that now.” Absently, Leah tugged the edges of her coat over her scars.
“I see you day in and day out. Most days you do a good job of hiding them.” Gail frowned. “Did he attack you?”
Shame warmed her face with a flush of color. As kind as Gail had been to her since she’d arrived, she couldn’t bring herself to explain her tale.
“I see the scars.”
She’d kept the past locked in a box for four years. At times, the past banged and clanged against the box’s restraints, as if it were a wild animal. But she’d always kept it contained. Now, after all that fighting, she simply lifted the lid and set it free. “He stabbed me twenty-three times.”
“My God, I remember that case. It was in the news.”
“Thankfully, the media dropped it quickly.” Color rose in Leah’s face as embarrassment flooded her. How could she have been so fooled by a monster?
“It’s okay, honey,” Gail said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’ve got a big mouth and I can put my nose into business that isn’t mine.”
“It’s fine. It’s the past. My husband died in a car accident shortly after the attack. It’s over.” She glanced down at the phone. She wasn’t going to lie to David. She texted back, I CAN MEET FOR COFFEE IN AN HOUR. She hit Send. “See you tomorrow, Gail.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” She dug deep for a bright smile, but she couldn’t find one. “See you tomorrow.”
“Sure thing, honey.”
Leah grabbed her purse and coat from her office, and as she exited through the back door, her hand on her Mace, she paused to scan the parking lot. She approached her car carefully, glancing in the backseat.
As she put her key in the lock, she hesitated, the hair on the back of her neck rising. She turned and scanned the parking lot, searching for anyone who might be watching her. There were only Gail and Dr. Nelson’s cars in the lot, but across the street, the strip mall was filled with cars. Anyone could be sitting in a car watching the people around the shopping center. And each shop window was large, designed so that customers could gaze inside at the merchandise.
But the windows were also for the monsters who liked to hide in plain sight, day and night, watching their prey.
Chapter Fourteen
Thursday, January 19, 6:30 P.M.
Leah arrived at the coffee shop just after six thirty. The café had a collection of small tables and, at the far end, a large glass counter filled with sweet and savory pastries. The air was heavy with the scent of coffee, cinnamon, and chocolate.
She moved to the counter and ordered a large coffee and a cheese pizza. Within minutes she’d settled at a table near the back wall. She faced the front door, which allowed her a clear view of everyone who entered. Back to the wall, she faced the door and counted the exits. Maybe one day she wouldn’t think so strategically when she entered a store or restaurant, but she doubted that day would come anytime soon.
She bit into her pizza and savored the taste of melted Swiss cheese and the blend of oregano and basil on the warm crust. She hadn’t eaten out in a long time. Too many people watching, too exposed. But tonight she didn’t want to worry. She wanted to enjoy her life, and maybe she’d add having fun to her growing list of resolutions.
Bells over the front door jingled and a cold blast of air elbowed its way into the room. Her gaze lifted, careful and wary, until she spotted a couple entering the coffee shop arm in arm, smiling. She noted the woman’s relaxed posture and the way she slung her arm casually over the man’s. He smiled down at her, and they laughed at a private joke. Envy jabbed at Leah. She doubted she’d ever enjoyed that kind of trust or joy, even in the early days with Philip.
On the heels of the couple, a final blast of cold air shoved David inside. The collar of his overcoat was turned up, and his thick hair had been tossed by the wind. Briefcase in hand, he looked every bit the professional. She’d never seen him dressed for work before, and though he’d always looked sharp working out, now he was distinguished. She waited for the flutter of attraction that would have been a normal response but none came.
He raised a gloved hand, smiled, and moved straight to the counter to place an order.
Coffee cup in hand, he moved toward her. She rose and smiled.
He set his cup down and reached over to hug her. The move was easy, relaxed, meant to be a gesture of friendship. She ordered her muscles to relax and gave him a quick hug, patting his back softly while keeping distance between their bodies. His faint cologne teased her nose. “David. How’re you doing?”
Straightening, he pulled off his coat and slung it over a spare chair before sitting. “I’m rattled as hell. How’re you doing? I can’t stop thinking about Deidre.”
“I’m still stunned,” Leah said.
“Me too. She was awesome. I really liked her.” He reached for two packets of sugar and dumped them in his coffee. “The cop said you found her.”
Images of Deidre, dead, upended her calm. “I did.”
He sipped his coffee, staring at her as if waiting for her to share details of the crime scene. She hadn’t told anyone at the clinic about the murder, and now to discuss it with David smacked of dishonor.
Understanding her hesitation but not ready to surrender, he hurried on to say, “It’s just so terrible. The cop came to see me. He had all kinds of questions. It almost felt like I was some kind of suspect.”
She reached for a piece of her pizza but realized her appetite had vanished. Many shared David’s morbid curiosity. She supposed that didn’t make him evil, just human. However, fear whispered, Smiles and nice clothes don’t mean he’s good either.
As if it were an annoying fly, she brushed fear aside. “What kind of questions did they ask?”
“Basically, if I knew of anyone who might have been
bothering her. Did I see anything or notice anyone who set off alarm bells?”
What secrets hid behind his beautiful mask of concern? Deidre had said he once joked he was a man of secrets. “Did you?”
He tapped his index finger against his coffee cup. “No. I never saw anything. She never spoke about her ex-husband, but I’m wondering now if he could have been behind this.”
“Deidre didn’t talk to me about her personal life. If I hadn’t seen you two at Rudy’s on Saturday night, I’d have never known you were dating.”
“I wouldn’t say we were dating. Friends. With benefits. But no romance. Just laughs.” He sipped his coffee. “Have you heard when the funeral is going to be?”
“No.” She hadn’t attended Philip’s funeral, but months after the attack, when she’d regained some of her strength, she’d visited his grave. Fresh flowers had adorned the site, and she guessed that had been his grandmother’s doing. Myrna had adored her grandson. Leah had knelt in front of the stone for a long time, tracing her fingers over the raised letters of his name. She’d barely glanced at the year of his birth, but she’d stared at the date of his death for a long time. She’d thanked God he was dead. “I’ll be there.”
“Me too.”
She traced the rim of her cup. “That last morning you two ran. You ran extra miles that day.”
“She wanted to grind out five more miles and I was game. Not many people can keep pace with me, but she could. She challenged me.”
“Not every man likes to be challenged.”
“I liked it.”
