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She looked excited. “Oh, do you get to work on those big stories?”
I laughed. “No, not yet.” I didn’t bother to tell her I only wrote a romance column. She probably would have laughed at me if I had told her that. As it was, she looked disappointed that I wasn’t a prominent journalist. Yeah, well, stand in line.
The doorbell rang, and I wiped my mouth and went to answer the door. Trevor stood on the opposite side, and Greg was pulling up to the curb. “You guys are fast.”
“Yeah, well, what you told me was a little bothersome.”
“I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important.”
“I had just finished dinner.” He grinned as Greg joined us.
“Ah, too bad. I was going to offer you mine. I kind of lost my appetite,” I joked with Trevor.
“You alright, Mags?” Greg asked as he came to a stop right in front of me.
“Yeah, just weirded out.”
“Where is the package?”
“In the kitchen,” I said, and Greg went to step around me. I grabbed his arm. “Greg, Mom’s not in a great headspace today. She’s pretty confused.”
“No problem.” He winked at me, and I followed Greg and Trevor back to the kitchen.
“Hi, Mrs. Valor,” Greg said as he entered. “I’m not sure if you remember me or not, but my name is Greg Blaire, and this is my friend, Trevor Vaughn.”
My mother studied them both. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”
“That’s okay,” Greg said in a kind voice. “Sometimes I’d like to forget this meathead too.”
We all chuckled, and then Greg glanced around, pointing at the box that had a nice little puddle around it now.
Trevor removed purple medical gloves from his pocket and handed Greg a pair of them as he removed a knife from his pocket. They were about to cut into the box when the doorbell rang again.
“What now?” I asked as I tossed my hands in the air. I turned back for the door, and my mother stopped me, leaning forward to speak quietly as she eyed Greg and Trevor. “You said you weren’t married, but are either of them?”
“Mom, not now, okay?” I returned to the front door and pulled it open to find two police officers on the other side. Wow, did this have to do with the package that I had gotten? If so, who told the police? “Officers, what can I help you with?”
“Are you Maggie Valor?”
Aren’t I the popular one today. “Yes, I’m Maggie Valor.”
The officer stepped into my house, and I backed up. “Ms. Valor, we’re going to need you to come with us.”
“What?” The other officer took hold of one arm as the first one moved behind me, pulling my wrist back. “What are you doing?” My voice began to rise, and a second later, Greg appeared in the hallway.
“What the hell are you doing?” Greg growled, and the cop jumped slightly, his hand going to his gun.
“We’re taking Ms. Valor in for questioning.”
“Questioning for what?”
“I’m sorry, sir, we can’t tell you that.” Cold metal snapped around my wrist.
“Why are you arresting me? I didn’t do anything wrong! What is going on? Greg, do something!”
The officer put his hand up toward Greg. “You can call down to the station and speak with Detective Highmore later.”
“Wait! You can’t take me away! My mother has dementia! She can’t be left alone in the house.”
