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He didn’t dare look back until he was on the street and preparing to drive away.
She remained where he’d left her. Watching him.
Waving a hand through the window, he pressed the gas pedal and guided the car down her street.
Two weeks until their date.
An eternity.
But without a break on the Kavanaugh case, there would be no official excuse for them to see each other in the interim. And since the odds of any new clues emerging grew longer by the day, phone calls would have to suffice.
Unless Bri’s unknown tormentor returned to continue their make-her-life-miserable campaign.
Eyebrows dipping, he flicked on his blinker.
That remained a real and worrying possibility. And she didn’t need any more hassles. Especially if the attacks ratcheted up and became even more dangerous.
Also a very real and very worrying possibility.
TWENTY
“BRI! WAIT UP!”
Retracting her finger from the elevator button at headquarters, Bri glanced back toward the hall.
Sarge was bearing down on her.
Well, crud. This could be the official end of the Kavanaugh case and the retired fire investigator’s puzzle.
Her boss motioned her off to the side as one of the city detectives approached the elevator, waiting until she joined him before he spoke again. “I’ve been trying to catch you all week for an update on Les’s case.”
Suspicion confirmed. This was about the Kavanaugh investigation.
Not a discussion she wanted to have.
Except she did have to talk with Sarge about another matter, and with Friday only two days away, she’d have had to touch base soon anyway.
“I don’t have anything new to report. I was never able to link a case to the last unidentified set of initials and date on Les’s list.” Sadly, neither of the two adjacent jurisdictions she’d pinned her hopes on had yielded a match. “And I don’t have any new leads on a potential arson suspect in Les’s fire, either.”
Her boss raked his fingers through his hair, the permanent creases on his forehead deepening. “I think we’re at a dead end.”
Much as she wished she could dispute that, the evidence supported his conclusion.
“I hear you, but I hate to give up.”
“I know you do. You’re like Les in that regard. The man was a bulldog—and that’s a compliment, in case you’re wondering.” He flashed her a grin, then grew more serious. “He and I had this same conversation on more than one occasion, by the way. It never went over well, but he always officially closed the file on whatever case we were discussing.”
In other words, while Sarge wasn’t authorizing further investigation on the Kavanaugh case during working hours, if she wanted to continue to pursue it during her off hours, he wouldn’t object.
“Understood. I’ll follow his example.”
A fan of lines appeared at the corners of Sarge’s eyes. “That’s what I figured. Keep me in the loop if anything develops.”
“I will. I also wanted to let you know I have to attend a memorial service on Friday afternoon. The husband of a firefighter friend. You may have heard about the death on the news. It was a camping accident.”
Sarge squinted at her. “Is this the guy who died in a tent fire?”
“Yes.”
