need to take this seriously. The cops may not find this man, and he’s shown he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get to you.”
“Jeremy, I am taking it seriously.” She couldn’t stop the angry edge from creeping into her voice. “Trust me; I know he’s still out there.”
“I just want you safe.”
“So do I.”
“I don’t like you being alone.” He switched lanes and took the exit for Henderson. “Why don’t you come stay with us? Sarah and the kids will be home in a few days.”
Emilie had no desire to burden Jeremy and his family. Lisa resented their friendship, and staying with the Vances would give her more ammunition. “Cops said the building was safe, and there’s a patrol outside. If the partner didn’t try to take me from home before, I doubt he’s going to do it with the cops hanging around. I can’t leave Otis anyway.”
“You could always bring him.”
“He doesn’t like to travel. He gets carsick and then he’s usually so pissed off he won’t eat for a day or two.”
“Of course.” Jeremy sighed. “Then do me a favor, will you?”
“Depends.”
“Text me whenever you leave from somewhere and when you get home. And don’t even think about coming back to work right now.”
“I need to work.”
“Bank’s going to be closed for a few days. The police have to process for evidence, and they want to explore that dug-out tunnel and old room some more.”
“How long until the bank reopens?
“At least the rest of the week. We can’t open until the police give us the go-ahead. Then you’re taking a week off.”
“No, thanks.” Emilie crossed her arms and glared out the window. Hot tears built in the corners of her eyes. Sitting at home with only her thoughts was worse than going back to the bank.
“You’ve been through something horrible. No arguments. And I know this will piss you off, but do you think Evan would want to know?”
“I don’t give a damn what Evan wants.” Emilie’s nails dug into her arm. “My life is no longer his business.”
“I just don’t want you to have the same problems you did after the divorce. You’ve come too far to end up back in that miserable place.”
Her throat ached as she struggled to conceal her emotions. “I’m fine, really. Will you let me know when I can come back to work?”
“Of course. And you’ll be paid for the time off.”
Awkward silence hovered between them until Jeremy pulled into her condominium community. “I’ll walk you up.”
Tucked between Las Vegas, Lake Mead, and the Hoover Dam, Henderson is only a twenty-minute commute from downtown and a popular retreat from the rowdy lifestyle of the city. Emilie had lived in a second-floor, two-bedroom unit in Big Horn Condos since her divorce. She enjoyed the peace and quiet and the incredible view of the Black Mountains.
Her fat, orange tabby had greeted her with loud yowling, demanding food. While she fed Otis, Jeremy checked the apartment and then pleaded with Emilie to stay with his family. Half an hour later, Emilie shoved him out the door. She was finally alone.
The condo waited in silence. Anxiety washed over Emilie. The door’s gold lock suddenly looked flimsy. Maybe she should reinforce it.
Emilie’s sore shoulder screamed in protest as she grabbed the side of the oak table standing along the west wall. She heaved it across the hardwood floor until the heavy wood rested firmly against the door. Better. At least she would hear the table crash to the floor if someone tried to break in. She left the entryway light on and headed for the master bath. Behind her, something scuttled across the kitchen floor. Emilie froze. Her heart pounded in her ears. The sound came again.
Sickness built in her gut. Emilie forced herself to face the dark kitchen. “Hello?”
Stupid. As if Creepy Guy would answer her.
As if he could even get inside her apartment.
But he got inside the bank.
Otis meandered out of the kitchen carrying his frayed, toy
“Jeremy, I am taking it seriously.” She couldn’t stop the angry edge from creeping into her voice. “Trust me; I know he’s still out there.”
“I just want you safe.”
“So do I.”
“I don’t like you being alone.” He switched lanes and took the exit for Henderson. “Why don’t you come stay with us? Sarah and the kids will be home in a few days.”
Emilie had no desire to burden Jeremy and his family. Lisa resented their friendship, and staying with the Vances would give her more ammunition. “Cops said the building was safe, and there’s a patrol outside. If the partner didn’t try to take me from home before, I doubt he’s going to do it with the cops hanging around. I can’t leave Otis anyway.”
“You could always bring him.”
“He doesn’t like to travel. He gets carsick and then he’s usually so pissed off he won’t eat for a day or two.”
“Of course.” Jeremy sighed. “Then do me a favor, will you?”
“Depends.”
“Text me whenever you leave from somewhere and when you get home. And don’t even think about coming back to work right now.”
“I need to work.”
“Bank’s going to be closed for a few days. The police have to process for evidence, and they want to explore that dug-out tunnel and old room some more.”
“How long until the bank reopens?
“At least the rest of the week. We can’t open until the police give us the go-ahead. Then you’re taking a week off.”
“No, thanks.” Emilie crossed her arms and glared out the window. Hot tears built in the corners of her eyes. Sitting at home with only her thoughts was worse than going back to the bank.
“You’ve been through something horrible. No arguments. And I know this will piss you off, but do you think Evan would want to know?”
“I don’t give a damn what Evan wants.” Emilie’s nails dug into her arm. “My life is no longer his business.”
“I just don’t want you to have the same problems you did after the divorce. You’ve come too far to end up back in that miserable place.”
Her throat ached as she struggled to conceal her emotions. “I’m fine, really. Will you let me know when I can come back to work?”
“Of course. And you’ll be paid for the time off.”
Awkward silence hovered between them until Jeremy pulled into her condominium community. “I’ll walk you up.”
Tucked between Las Vegas, Lake Mead, and the Hoover Dam, Henderson is only a twenty-minute commute from downtown and a popular retreat from the rowdy lifestyle of the city. Emilie had lived in a second-floor, two-bedroom unit in Big Horn Condos since her divorce. She enjoyed the peace and quiet and the incredible view of the Black Mountains.
Her fat, orange tabby had greeted her with loud yowling, demanding food. While she fed Otis, Jeremy checked the apartment and then pleaded with Emilie to stay with his family. Half an hour later, Emilie shoved him out the door. She was finally alone.
The condo waited in silence. Anxiety washed over Emilie. The door’s gold lock suddenly looked flimsy. Maybe she should reinforce it.
Emilie’s sore shoulder screamed in protest as she grabbed the side of the oak table standing along the west wall. She heaved it across the hardwood floor until the heavy wood rested firmly against the door. Better. At least she would hear the table crash to the floor if someone tried to break in. She left the entryway light on and headed for the master bath. Behind her, something scuttled across the kitchen floor. Emilie froze. Her heart pounded in her ears. The sound came again.
Sickness built in her gut. Emilie forced herself to face the dark kitchen. “Hello?”
Stupid. As if Creepy Guy would answer her.
As if he could even get inside her apartment.
But he got inside the bank.
Otis meandered out of the kitchen carrying his frayed, toy
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