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“Do you think he’s the killer?”
“No. He’s the right height, and he was involved with some of the victims, but he feels wrong. I think he’s a gun guy. I don’t see him strangling four people.”
I hated the idea that Alpha might not be the killer. If he wasn’t the killer I had to add him to the list of people who were out to get me. Now the list would be Nick Alpha, The Killer, Regina Bugle, and possibly Dave. Although I didn’t actually know if The Killer wanted to eliminate me. Maybe he just enjoyed creeping me out. That was a comforting thought. If it was true, it meant only two people wanted to kill me for sure. It wasn’t clear what Dave’s plans were at this point.
Ranger drove through town and pulled into his building’s garage. He parked and turned to me. “Would you like to come upstairs?”
“Thanks for asking, but I think I’ll head home.”
“Still not feeling the vordo?”
“The vordo is gone.”
In the beginning it was a huge relief, but now I was starting to worry. I’d just been locked in a dark closet with Ranger for an hour, and I’d felt nothing. It was like the dead zone down there.
“I don’t need vordo, babe,” Ranger said.
Possibly true, but I didn’t want to find out. What if he was wrong, and I’d never be the same again? I was going with the head-in-the-sand program tonight.
“Rain check,” I told him.
A half hour later I was idling in my parking lot. I’d driven around and didn’t see Regina Bugle lurking anywhere. Dave’s parents’ car wasn’t here, and I didn’t know if Dave had his own. Probably he wasn’t driving anyway. I was pretty sure I broke his nose, and his eyes would be all swollen shut. I parked, ran across the lot to the safety of the building, took the stairs, and cautiously checked out my hall. No Dave. Yea!
Most of the bloodstain was gone from the carpet, and Dillon left the coffee cup sitting by my door. I took the cup inside, locked and bolted my door, and said hello to Rex. I poked around in the refrigerator, but it was pretty much empty. No more beer. No more leftovers. I finished off the box of Fruit Loops and went to bed.
• • •
Monday morning, a little before eight o’clock, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into
the kitchen. I stared at the empty shelves in the refrigerator and went through the cupboards. No milk. No coffee. No cereal. I shuffled out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I took a shower, got dressed in my usual uniform of jeans and girlie T-shirt, and went back to the kitchen to see if food had magically appeared. The doorbell rang and without thinking I opened the door to Dave Brewer.
Brewer had two black eyes and a Band-Aid across his nose, and he was holding a grocery bag and a bag from the coffee shop.
“I brought you breakfast,” he said.
I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know whether I should get my gun out of the cookie jar on the counter and shoot him, or apologize for breaking his nose.
He moved past me, put the bags down, pulled out a large coffee, and handed it to me. “I thought I’d make an omelet. And I got fresh croissants from the bakery.”
“I don’t want an omelet.”
“Have you already eaten breakfast?”
“No.”
“Then you want an omelet. I make an awesome omelette,” Dave said.
“Aren’t you mad that I broke your nose?”
He found the fry pan, put it on the stove, and added oil. “I guess I was out of line. I read the cues wrong.”
“I’m happy to have the coffee, but I don’t want you in my kitchen,” I told him.
He stood hands on hips and looked at me. “Why not?”
“You make me uncomfortable.”
He got the cutting board out and chopped onion, ham, and red pepper. “You have to be more specific than that.”
