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“Couldn’t it be anyone’s print?”
“No. It doesn’t belong to us and it’s fresh.”
“You found something else.” She could read him like a book.
He hesitated, his jaw tightening. He brought out something from his back pocket and laid it on the table. She came over and saw that it was a piece of thin green twine measuring about a foot long. “I found this near the print.”
“It’s twine. I’m sure Bonnie uses this in the greenhouse.”
“Bend had kept some information from leaking to the public. Twine like this was found at the other scenes where the women were attacked.”
"Like a calling card? Or a tool he planned to use?” Her stomach turned.
“Without having him in custody we have no idea what his intentions are.”
Her knees knocked and she pressed her hands on the chair to stabilize herself. “What do we do?”
“I’ll stay.”
“You’ll stay?” Why did that both worry and delight her? “Is it that serious?”
“It would be if he comes back.” He stood and pushed his chair under the table. “We don’t know if it’s him but instinct tells me that it is. I’m going to investigate inside the house then make a call.”
“Okay. Do I need to do anything?”
“Stay here and don’t worry.”
Easier said than done.Although he seemed calm, she saw concern in his pensive gaze.
While he moved about upstairs, she finished putting the groceries away, threw away the apple that had landed on the floor and paced the wood until he finally came back.
“Anything?”
He gave his head a quick shake. “Bend’s going to come out and take a closer look.” He sidled up to the counter. “In the meantime, I’m hungry. How about you?”
He seemed to have lost all worry as he opened the deli meat, the loaf of fresh bread, and searched inside the refrigerator for something. “Aha!” He took out jars of mayonnaise and mustard. “Turkey or ham?”
She wasn’t sure she could eat but she hadn’t eaten all day. “Turkey.”
He dug a butter knife out of the drawer and smoothed mayo on one slice of bread. “Mayo or mustard?”
“Mayo.”
She watched him work to divide slices of turkey and cheese. Then he did something very unexpected. He dug into a bag of chips, crumbled them in his palm, and sprinkled the crumbs over one sandwich. “Do you trust me?”
“What exactly are you asking?”
“Chips on your sandwich?” Chow whined at their feet. Raven chuckled. “Not you, buddy.”
“I can try some.”
He finished the sandwiches and handed her a plate. “Ryder’s Special.” He winked.
She picked at her sandwich while he dug in hungrily. Her stomach was a bit sour.
Finally, she bit into it. Surprisingly, it was delicious. “That’s good.”
“Let’s go sit down.” He moved into the living room.
