Experiment in Terror (Koehler Brothers Book 1) by Alene Anderson Page B
Authors: Alene Anderson
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who were still talking about the rape and murder of the previous night.
Matt had almost given up hope of seeing the blond biker when she came into view. He stood up from where he sat on the grass and stretched his arms above his head in a casual movement that immediately caught her attention.
He was disappointed when she only gave him a quick glance as she called out her usual good morning to the group. She didn’t slow her speed, and as she reached the signal light, which was green, she shot across the street and out of sight.
He sighed. Had her attraction for him already faded? He knew the first few times they had seen each other there had been a strong fascination on each of their parts. Now it appeared as though it had become one-sided, and unfortunately, he was on the one side.
Amanda had made up her mind to ignore the tall homeless man until Gary Kaufmann had investigated him. Maybe there was some hope the man might not remain homeless. She couldn’t help wondering what the odds were for that happening. It probably had to do with how bad a man hated being homeless and how much he wanted to get his life back on track. But how would he ever find a job, looking the way he did?
Her appointment with Gary was in the afternoon and she was anxious to meet with him. Sloan had maintained he was one of the best in the business and she was looking forward to meeting with the detective. She hoped he would be able to find answers to her questions.
She put her bike in the back room and went to her office, waving at Jenessa as she walked through the store. It was Friday and as she saw the ad on the wall behind the register, announcing the female vocalist who would be performing on the mall, she was aware the store had a busy day ahead.
Every Friday during the summer and into the warm fall months, the city set up a platform on the mall in front of the store and various musicians performed. Some of them were very good, while others were mediocre, but it always drew a crowd to that part of the mall, which brought browsers into the store. This in turn meant revenue for her business.
Amanda liked to get through her morning chores so she could go out on the mall and mingle with the listening crowd. Sometimes the better artists had CD’s for sale and if she really liked them, she would purchase one or two after the concert.
Jenessa stopped by her office to visit before the store opened. Amanda greeted her with a smile but it immediately faded when Jenessa said, “Another University student was found raped and murdered down by the 30 th Street Bridge last night.”
Amanda stared at her in horror. “That’s not far from where I live.” That was close to where she had seen the homeless man. A warning voice whispered in her head. Was it possible he was the Boulder Creek Killer ? She shuddered inwardly at the thought as ice seemed to spread throughout her body.
“Amanda, you’ve got to quit riding your bike. There’s no reason you can’t take the bus.”
“You’re right,” she said slowly. “At least when I leave work. I don’t think I need to worry about riding it to work in the morning. I can always put it on the bike rack on the bus when I go home.”
“Well, I wish you would quit riding your bike, altogether.”
“How’s it going with the new artist, Dennis Hamilton, in the way of sales?” Amanda asked, wanting to forget about the fourth murder and the suspicion that the homeless man might be the killer.
“Really great,” Jenessa said. “I had to call him and ask him to bring in more art. His greeting cards are selling like hotcakes. We’re almost out of them, even though he left us twenty boxes. By the way, he will be coming in on Sunday morning to restock.”
“Good scheduling.” Amanda smiled. “Since I won’t be here.”
“Why not?” Jenessa asked.
“You know I never work on Sunday.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“My mom and I are going to Denver to do some shopping and stop at a museum to
Matt had almost given up hope of seeing the blond biker when she came into view. He stood up from where he sat on the grass and stretched his arms above his head in a casual movement that immediately caught her attention.
He was disappointed when she only gave him a quick glance as she called out her usual good morning to the group. She didn’t slow her speed, and as she reached the signal light, which was green, she shot across the street and out of sight.
He sighed. Had her attraction for him already faded? He knew the first few times they had seen each other there had been a strong fascination on each of their parts. Now it appeared as though it had become one-sided, and unfortunately, he was on the one side.
Amanda had made up her mind to ignore the tall homeless man until Gary Kaufmann had investigated him. Maybe there was some hope the man might not remain homeless. She couldn’t help wondering what the odds were for that happening. It probably had to do with how bad a man hated being homeless and how much he wanted to get his life back on track. But how would he ever find a job, looking the way he did?
Her appointment with Gary was in the afternoon and she was anxious to meet with him. Sloan had maintained he was one of the best in the business and she was looking forward to meeting with the detective. She hoped he would be able to find answers to her questions.
She put her bike in the back room and went to her office, waving at Jenessa as she walked through the store. It was Friday and as she saw the ad on the wall behind the register, announcing the female vocalist who would be performing on the mall, she was aware the store had a busy day ahead.
Every Friday during the summer and into the warm fall months, the city set up a platform on the mall in front of the store and various musicians performed. Some of them were very good, while others were mediocre, but it always drew a crowd to that part of the mall, which brought browsers into the store. This in turn meant revenue for her business.
Amanda liked to get through her morning chores so she could go out on the mall and mingle with the listening crowd. Sometimes the better artists had CD’s for sale and if she really liked them, she would purchase one or two after the concert.
Jenessa stopped by her office to visit before the store opened. Amanda greeted her with a smile but it immediately faded when Jenessa said, “Another University student was found raped and murdered down by the 30 th Street Bridge last night.”
Amanda stared at her in horror. “That’s not far from where I live.” That was close to where she had seen the homeless man. A warning voice whispered in her head. Was it possible he was the Boulder Creek Killer ? She shuddered inwardly at the thought as ice seemed to spread throughout her body.
“Amanda, you’ve got to quit riding your bike. There’s no reason you can’t take the bus.”
“You’re right,” she said slowly. “At least when I leave work. I don’t think I need to worry about riding it to work in the morning. I can always put it on the bike rack on the bus when I go home.”
“Well, I wish you would quit riding your bike, altogether.”
“How’s it going with the new artist, Dennis Hamilton, in the way of sales?” Amanda asked, wanting to forget about the fourth murder and the suspicion that the homeless man might be the killer.
“Really great,” Jenessa said. “I had to call him and ask him to bring in more art. His greeting cards are selling like hotcakes. We’re almost out of them, even though he left us twenty boxes. By the way, he will be coming in on Sunday morning to restock.”
“Good scheduling.” Amanda smiled. “Since I won’t be here.”
“Why not?” Jenessa asked.
“You know I never work on Sunday.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“My mom and I are going to Denver to do some shopping and stop at a museum to
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