Snuffed Out - Tim Myers [74]
When I was finished, he said, “It could be stalking, or it could be that your girlfriend’s got an overactive imagination.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said automatically. “I admit that Becka’s had a flair for the dramatic in the past, but I’d still feel better if you talked to her. You didn’t see her face when she came into the shop.”
Morton hesitated, then said, “Give me her name and address.” After I did, he said, “Tell you what, I’ll have a black-and-white unit check on her later. That’s the best I can do.”
“I’ll take it. Thanks, Sheriff.”
“No problem.”
After I hung up, Eve said, “Well, she certainly had every reason to be upset, didn’t she?”
“I can’t imagine her coming to me for protection,” I said. While I was an inch shy of six feet tall, I was a good fifteen pounds overweight. Besides, I hadn’t been in a real fight since the fifth grade. I couldn’t imagine being anyone’s guardian.
“Come now, Harrison, it’s obvious the woman has faith in your ability to protect her.”
“I don’t know why she’d think that.”
“Perhaps you’re all she has,” Eve said simply.
“If that’s true, then she’s got more problems than someone stalking her.” I was worried about Becka, but there was nothing I could do about her situation. She’d call if she needed me—there was no doubt in my mind about that—so I tried to put her out of my mind and get back to the business of running my candleshop. Still, I was uneasy every time I heard the telephone ring, wondering if it might be her, in some kind of trouble I might not be able to fix.
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Snuffed Out (Book 2 in the Candlemaking Mysteries)