Odd. George wants me to call him at the unknown number. April chewed her lip. She paced the length of her kitchen and stared at the text message. He’d used the code they’d planned years ago, his first name and full initials: George gat. Why today? Wait! Not that sicko again.
Heart hammering she punched in the numbers. Someone picked up within half a ring. “George?”
“Yes, it’s me—”
“What happened to your cell? What’s going on?”
“Patty and I are at dinner. I expect my cell is in the car. This is her new one. How are you holding up?”
“George, you used the code—”
“Yes, as a precaution. I knew you wouldn’t recognize the number. Listen. Everything okay with you?”
“Everything okay with you? Like what? I can’t think. Give me a minute.” She held the phone to her chest, flung her head back and took a deep shaky breath, and blew it out the way she cooled her coffee, except in one long puff of air. The second time made her dizzy and a tension headache threatened to erupt. “I’m back. Something did happen. Someone knocked, but I didn’t want to answer. Later, I found a box of roses in front of my door.” Tears lurked in the corner of her eyes. She bit her lip.
“I see. A card or markings on the box?”
“Of course not. Anything about the roses?”
Blinding tears gushed free. Hiccup. “Henry’s and mine favorite. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? How is it even possible?”
“Let’s not jump ahead of ourselves. I’ll make some calls. Call you later, and stop worrying.”
“How can I?” Caramel galloped past her with the unique scream he used when the moon was full or when he was frisky. Back he came again and slammed into the fridge before braking.
“On second thought, Patty and I will drop in for a brandy on the way home. Feel better now?”
“Thanks, George. Tell Patty I’m sorry for ruining your dinner.”
“You didn’t. Sit tight.”
“What do you have there, kitty?”
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