and see where she worked. And tonight, he hadn’t been that far from where she turned off to her house. He could follow her and find out where she lived.
No, the wisest thing would be to pursue her plan to hire Gary Kaufmann to investigate him and find the answers for her.
With that decision made, she decided to retire and as she climbed into bed, she was suddenly buoyant. Tomorrow she would see the homeless man.
Chapter 5
Matt stared after Amanda until she turned a corner on the bike path and disappeared from sight. A minute later, he heard her bike tires hitting the wooden slats of a nearby bridge.
Why would I want to take orders from the likes of you? Her words played over and over in his head. Likes of you. Likes of you.
He wished he could let her know who he really was. He would like to tell her they should explore the idea of dinner together. But he knew that wasn’t possible without blowing his cover. There was something more important here. Lives were at stake. He should forget about the blond biker until the Boulder Creek Killer had been apprehended.
He shook his head to clear his mind then headed down the path toward the library, but he kept remembering her flashing blue eyes as she had asked why she should take orders from him. He couldn’t help but admire the way she had stood up to him. But why wouldn’t she? After all, she thought he was nothing but a homeless man. There had been defiance in her voice as well as some sort of challenge.
He needed to pick up his sleeping bag from its hiding place and move to the bridge by the library. It would soon be dark and he wanted to be settled for the night. He hoped this would be the night he would catch the Boulder Creek Killer.
As he shook out his sleeping bag high up under the bridge in front of the library, a couple of hundred feet from where the murdered girls bodies had been found, he knew he would be passing the time, as he had the previous night, thinking about the beautiful blonde on the bike.
Tonight, he had made her angry and he wondered why. Usually the expression on her face when she saw him made him feel she was glad to see him. Maybe he had frightened her by stepping out onto the bike path. Perhaps she had used anger to cover her fright.
For all she knew, he might be the Boulder Creek Killer. He hoped she didn’t think he was and stop riding her bike. He was aware she could either take the bus or drive to the Mall. But if she did either one of those things, he wouldn’t be able to see her again and that was the one bright spot in the hours that dragged by for him.
Matt had been uncover for almost a week and he was anxious for something to happen. He was sure if the killer accosted a girl near the library, he would hear something. Even a muffled scream. With all the foot traffic at night, he found it hard to believe the killer could attack someone on the path without being seen.
He wondered if he was smart by hiding out under the bridge. What if the killer approached a would-be victim in another location? Just thinking of it made a knot of fear in his stomach. What if the killer had accosted the blonde on the bike last night, instead of him? Panic like he had never known swelled up in his throat. If anything happened to her while he was working this case, he would never get over the guilt.
He couldn’t help but wish he had one or two clues about the killer. Unfortunately, the police chief hadn’t been able to give him a single one. Only information on the victims. And they all fit the same type—blond, slender, slightly over five feet tall.
Obviously the killer liked blondes. Matt’s heart stuttered as he thought once again of the blond biker. Did their height have anything to do with how tall the killer was? Maybe he liked them shorter because they would be easier for him to attack if he was grabbing them from behind.
He would be relieved when Karen’s current assignment was over and she arrived to act as a decoy. Hopefully that
No, the wisest thing would be to pursue her plan to hire Gary Kaufmann to investigate him and find the answers for her.
With that decision made, she decided to retire and as she climbed into bed, she was suddenly buoyant. Tomorrow she would see the homeless man.
Chapter 5
Matt stared after Amanda until she turned a corner on the bike path and disappeared from sight. A minute later, he heard her bike tires hitting the wooden slats of a nearby bridge.
Why would I want to take orders from the likes of you? Her words played over and over in his head. Likes of you. Likes of you.
He wished he could let her know who he really was. He would like to tell her they should explore the idea of dinner together. But he knew that wasn’t possible without blowing his cover. There was something more important here. Lives were at stake. He should forget about the blond biker until the Boulder Creek Killer had been apprehended.
He shook his head to clear his mind then headed down the path toward the library, but he kept remembering her flashing blue eyes as she had asked why she should take orders from him. He couldn’t help but admire the way she had stood up to him. But why wouldn’t she? After all, she thought he was nothing but a homeless man. There had been defiance in her voice as well as some sort of challenge.
He needed to pick up his sleeping bag from its hiding place and move to the bridge by the library. It would soon be dark and he wanted to be settled for the night. He hoped this would be the night he would catch the Boulder Creek Killer.
As he shook out his sleeping bag high up under the bridge in front of the library, a couple of hundred feet from where the murdered girls bodies had been found, he knew he would be passing the time, as he had the previous night, thinking about the beautiful blonde on the bike.
Tonight, he had made her angry and he wondered why. Usually the expression on her face when she saw him made him feel she was glad to see him. Maybe he had frightened her by stepping out onto the bike path. Perhaps she had used anger to cover her fright.
For all she knew, he might be the Boulder Creek Killer. He hoped she didn’t think he was and stop riding her bike. He was aware she could either take the bus or drive to the Mall. But if she did either one of those things, he wouldn’t be able to see her again and that was the one bright spot in the hours that dragged by for him.
Matt had been uncover for almost a week and he was anxious for something to happen. He was sure if the killer accosted a girl near the library, he would hear something. Even a muffled scream. With all the foot traffic at night, he found it hard to believe the killer could attack someone on the path without being seen.
He wondered if he was smart by hiding out under the bridge. What if the killer approached a would-be victim in another location? Just thinking of it made a knot of fear in his stomach. What if the killer had accosted the blonde on the bike last night, instead of him? Panic like he had never known swelled up in his throat. If anything happened to her while he was working this case, he would never get over the guilt.
He couldn’t help but wish he had one or two clues about the killer. Unfortunately, the police chief hadn’t been able to give him a single one. Only information on the victims. And they all fit the same type—blond, slender, slightly over five feet tall.
Obviously the killer liked blondes. Matt’s heart stuttered as he thought once again of the blond biker. Did their height have anything to do with how tall the killer was? Maybe he liked them shorter because they would be easier for him to attack if he was grabbing them from behind.
He would be relieved when Karen’s current assignment was over and she arrived to act as a decoy. Hopefully that
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