Lake View and killed Sammi instead.
But he’d never said a word about flowers.
Like a scene in a cheesy movie, my memories flashed over everything that had happened that summer: the flowers, the lipstick, the cheap chocolates.
“If it all didn’t have something to do with the case…” I murmured to myself, and a slow chill shimmied up my back. Like anybody could blame me for glancing over my shoulder?
Thankfully, there was nobody around, but that didn’t stop me from getting in my car as fast as I could, and from locking the doors once I was in there.
I gripped the steering wheel and let my brain follow the logical progression.
“If the flowers are still coming, they had nothing to do with your case. If they had nothing to do with your case, that means somebody you don’t know about is sending them. And that means…” I swallowed hard. “Stalker?”
Even though I wasn’t looking forward to where I was going, I was grateful to be getting out of town.
When I finally arrived at my destination and parked my rental car, I was far from home, and I wasn’t thinking about my stalker any longer. That didn’t keep my heart from beating double time. I blamed it on the altitude. It was better than admitting I was nervous.
I’d taken a flight to Colorado and driven from the Denver airport with a voodoo doll on my front seat next to me. I gave the doll a pat for luck, got out of the car, and went inside the prison to visit my dad.
Casey Daniels
