Zach turned to his computer intent on doing some research on Mark Handon. Instead his stomach rumbled.
He shut down his computer. It was time to go home and see Grace.
Disgusted with daytime television, Grace clicked it off then wandered over to the computer. While she waited for it to boot up she attempted not to read anything on Zach’s desk.
Not hard, since he was a neatnik, but he did have one stack of papers out on his blotter. Grace saw her name on the top one. Any pretense of leaving his privacy intact left her. Why would Zach have papers with her name on them? The sheaves were printouts of newspaper articles. Stories about what happened in her last town. Her last endeavor to save someone.
Her eyes fell shut. Did he still believe her? Or was he humoring her?
She deciphered his handwriting with difficulty. Her butt landed in the chair when she figured it out. He had questions. All of them assuming she was guilty. Her heart dropped to her feet.
As if she’d never read the stories she studied what Zach had printed. The whole tale was there about the last murder she prevented. The reporter had been local, but was bucking for a better job. Mavis Jones had been on her doorstep for the whole time she lived in Jefferson Common. When Grace finally granted her an interview, Mavis accused her of lying.
That was the first time she had ever come close to admitting her talent to a stranger and of course the reporter burned her.
And now Zach knew what this reporter had written. Did he believe Grace or the written word?
The phone rang, startling Grace, but she didn’t bother to pack up the papers.
“Hello?”
“Grace, it’s Zach.”
His voice held a warm intimacy that Grace couldn’t return.
“I’m on my way home. I can cook tonight or we can get take out. Your choice.”
“Whatever.” I won’t be here anyway.
“You okay? You mad at me?”
“I found some papers of yours. Accidentally.”
“Oh?”
“The ones you printed about me. From my last encounter with the dead.”
“I’ll explain when I get home.”
He hung up, leaving her wondering just what explanation he could give.
She grabbed clothes and began stuffing them back into her back pack. She wouldn’t be here when he arrived.
Zach didn’t bother with take out. He wanted to be home as soon as he could. With Grace vulnerable he couldn’t risk her getting the wrong idea. He cursed himself for not shredding those articles.
“Damn,” he said when he realized Grace had left.
He jumped into his car and drove to her apartment. Dolores was arriving home at that same time.
“Oh, Zach. Nice of you to come.”
“Is Grace here?”
“Yes, why?”
She studied him as a lover would study another for signs of cheating. He didn’t look away from her. He owed her no explanations. She lied to him on a regular basis, but he wouldn’t do the same. “I’m looking for her. I’ll drop in when I’m done.”
“Thanks, Zach, but I just want to rest.”
“Of course. You need anything?”
“No. I hired a nurse for the night.”
“Good.”
Zach waited until she was inside her house with her nurse before he took Grace’s steps two at a time.
She answered his knock, but didn’t let him in. “Go away, Zach. I don’t appreciate being a sideshow freak for anyone.”
“You aren’t.” He put out his hands to touch her, make her believe him. She stepped away from him. “I’ve never stopped being a cop. I always need to know what I’m dealing with.”
Disgust screwed up her face. “What you’re dealing with? I’m human Zach and I still have feelings.”
He cursed himself for using the wrong word. Talking had never been his forte. He sighed. “Grace, listen. I just want to help.”
“Then tell me who you think would try to kill Dolores.”
“You mean, you? The person shot at you.”
“Okay, then who would kill me?”
“Your friend, Mark.”
Her face scrunched up. “Mark?”
“He’s in love with you and can’t have you.”
“He just thinks he’s in love with me.”
“Can we have this conversation inside?”
She let him in, but not before thinking about it. “Okay.”
Perched on the edge of her couch, she looked at him, eyebrows up.
He clenched his fists. Had last night meant nothing? “You can’t fault me for wanting to know about you.”
“Why not? It’s an invasion of my privacy.”
“I wanted facts. Facts about this talent you say you have. It’s what I do. Investigate.”
“And what did you find out? What facts have you brought to light?” Bitterness tinged her voice.
He slumped onto the chair. “Nothing really. That reporter didn’t like you.”
“She thinks I made up a story to tell her.”
“So you told her the truth.”
She stood and paced away from him. “Look, the killer is still out there. And we’re in here splitting hairs. You can either help me or get out of my way.”
She was obviously determined to do this her way.
“So what’s our next move?”
“We keep an eye on Dolores’ house. The last time the person killed her the day she came home from the hospital.”
She had no idea how bizarre her words sounded to him. As if Dolores had been killed more than once. “There isn’t a better view from here. We just can’t see the front door.”
“There’s a cop out front, right?”
“Yes, but he could get called away at any moment if he’s needed somewhere else.”
She frowned and wrapped herself in her arms. Zach wanted his arms to be there, but he knew he had ground to make up. She wanted him to believe her. He’d get nowhere until he did. This whole idea was a tough sell. He considered her worth the try to stretch his imagination.
There were people in his family that said they had powers. He avoided them if he could. He wasn’t willing to avoid Grace. “Grace, I won’t apologize for doing something that is a part of me. I investigate. I have a curious nature and I needed to know about you. I wanted to make sure that Dolores wasn’t going to get ripped off.”
She nodded and seemed to be mulling that over. “I guess I can’t blame you.”
“You haven’t committed any crimes so I couldn’t do an official background check so I used the internet.”
“Why didn’t you read them and forget them? You printed them out.”
He stood and walked so he was within her personal space. She had to know how he felt. “Because there is something about you, something that draws me to you. And I haven’t felt this kind of attraction in a long time. Maybe not ever.”
Her eyes widened liked saucers. “I’ll probably move on after all this.”
His heart went heavy. He brushed a hair from her face, his fingers only grazing her cheek. He saw her flinch
