“So… you won’t let Rafe drive it, will you?”
He chuckled.
Was that a no?
Marco insisted on walking me up to the second floor of my apartment building, and waited while I opened the door, to be sure Nikki was home. “Nikki?” I called.
“I’m in the living room,” she called back.
“All clear,” I said to Marco.
He gave me a long, hot good-night kiss that made me wish he weren’t leaving. “I’ll be here at seven forty-five in the morning,” he promised.
Awesome. My very own limo service. I locked the door behind him and removed my coat and hat, calling to Nikki, “You’ll never believe what happened today.”
“Hold on,” she called. “I have to pause the movie. We’re watching Titanic.”
I stepped into the living room and found Nikki and Morgan sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a comforter.
“Come join us.” Nikki held out a bowl. “Greg made cheese popcorn.”
“One of my many hidden talents,” he said.
Nikki ruffled his hair. “You’re so cute. You remind me of Leo DiCaprio.”
If only Morgan would float out to sea.
Deputy Prosecutor Greg Morgan had the blue eyes, perfect teeth, and golden brown hair of a choirboy, looks that had opened many doors for him, some into bedrooms, but the most important one straight into the prosecutor’s office. Everyone at the courthouse adored him. Indeed, it was almost impossible not to like him- unless you’d had a huge crush on him in high school and he’d totally ignored you until you came home from college with breasts.
I tolerated him because of Nikki and because his position on the prosecutor’s staff gave him access to information that was helpful in solving murder cases, when I was able to pry it out of him, not that he could ever admit to helping me and still keep his job.
“Tell us what happened,” Nikki prompted.
“Jillian was kidnapped,” I said, “but the kidnappers meant to get me.”
Nikki gasped. Morgan sat forward. “Is Jillian okay?” Nikki asked.
“Shaken, mostly,” I said.
Morgan began firing questions at me. “Were there any witnesses? Were statements taken? Who are the officers involved? Any suspects?”
“Slow down, Greg. I’ll tell you what happened.” I dipped my hand in the popcorn bowl and perched on the side chair to tell the whole story, except halfway through, my stomach got queasy, so I pushed the bowl aside.
When I finished, Nikki said, “Listen to Reilly, Abby. You absolutely have to call PAR to tell them to find someone else to fight Uniworld. You can’t risk your life for those cows.”
“Come on, Nikki. Not you, too.”
“Seriously, Abby,” Morgan said. “Pull back and let the police do their job. I’ll do everything I can to see that those jerks are brought to justice, whoever they are. We can’t have this sort of thing happening in our town. And forget about going after Uniworld. This issue with their milk has to be resolved in a court of law. And just so you know, they’ve hired local lawyers to represent them, and they have unlimited funds at their disposal.”
That was news to me. “Who?”
“Chinn, Knowles, and Brown,” Morgan said.
“Wait a minute. Peter Chinn is the assistant city attorney. That’s a conflict of interest.”
“You’d think so,” Morgan said, “but it happens all the time. When that much money is involved, there are no conflicts. It’s all about influence, Abby.”
“Then why were other towns able to stop Uniworld?” I asked.
“My guess is that Uniworld was unprepared for attacks by interest groups. They probably thought they’d kept information about their hormone supplementation quiet, not realizing the information got out anyway. But that made Uniworld’s legal team shrewder. As a result, anyone who tries to stop them now is in a no-win situation.”
“Maybe you can help our cause, Greg,” Nikki suggested, entwining her arm with his.
He gazed at her fondly. “I wish I could, but I’m a law enforcement officer, and it’s not a criminal matter. I don’t have any expertise in civil law. The kidnapping, well, that’s a different story. Bringing these kidnappers to justice is what I do. And a word to the wise, Abby. If you keep fighting Uniworld, you can bet they’ll turn up the heat until you have no choice but to give up or risk losing everything. Are you willing to make that sacrifice for those cows?”
I sank into the chair in a fit of gloom. There had to be some way to fight back.
I was not in the best of moods the next morning as I slid into the passenger side of my car. Although I had the sexiest escort in town, I missed driving my Vette. I missed the feel of the steering wheel in my hands, the surge of its mighty engine under my feet. I also missed feeling safe in my own hometown. It made me all the more irate about Uniworld’s seemingly unlimited power and influence.
As I buckled myself in, my cell phone rang. At the same time, Marco’s began to chirp. He flipped his phone open and glanced at the screen. “It’s Reilly.”
My screen had Grace’s name on it. I glanced at Marco. “This isn’t good.”
“Abby, dear, there’s been a break-in,” Grace said. “I wanted to prepare you before you saw the police car out front. They’ve just now arrived, so I must go.”
“What did they take?” I asked, but she’d already ended the call.
Marco shut his phone and glanced my way. “Did you hear?”
Frowning, I leaned back against the headrest. “Grace told me there was a break-in.”
Marco reached over and gently squeezed my hand. I couldn’t even begin to voice my dismay, so I said nothing, only squeezed back. I feared Morgan’s prediction that Uniworld would turn up the heat had just begun to come true.
Marco pulled up behind the squad car and let me out. While he went to park the Vette, I hurried toward the yellow door, my stomach churning in dread. Through the sparkling new glass pane I could see Reilly talking to Grace and Lottie, and behind them, a cop taking photographs. With my heart in my throat, I stepped inside and gazed around in disbelief.
This wasn’t just a break-in. My beloved Bloomers had been thoroughly trashed. Fresh flowers lay broken and trampled amidst pieces of pottery, glass, and wax candles. Shelves were swept bare. Display cabinets were upended. My beautiful dieffenbachia were uprooted. Potting soil clumped messily all over the wood floor. Everything in the glass-fronted cooler was destroyed. Uniworld had turned up the heat all right.
The women had attempted to sweep up the mess, but must have stopped when the police arrived. Grace still had a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other. Lottie clutched a paper bag full of broken merchandise. Feeling sick, I leaned against the door.
“Oh, sweetie,” Lottie said, and dropped her bag to come hug me. Grace headed for the parlor, no doubt to get me a cup of tea.
“Take a few deep breaths,” Lottie instructed. “It’ll clear your head.”
The bell jingled and Marco stepped inside, his jaw dropping as he glanced around.
“Did they wreck the other rooms?” I asked.
“The workroom,” Lottie said sadly.
My haven! Marco put his arms around me, holding me close as I fought back tears. “Want me to check out the damage?” he asked.
“Please,” I said. I waited until he’d gone through the curtain; then I turned to Reilly. “This is Uniworld’s doing, Reilly, and it has to stop!”
“Abby, I talked to Raand a half hour ago,” Reilly said. “He stated that Uniworld had nothing to do with the letters, the brick incident, the attempted carjacking, or the kidnapping.”
“And you believed him?”
“Raand is squeaky clean, Abby. No record whatsoever. More important, he threatened to sue the department
