“What?”
“Eric was crazy with jealousy. I never gave him the slightest cause, but that made no difference. He’d invent things to be mad about, then sulk about them for weeks. After I finally left and went back home to my father’s house, Eric cried and said nobody else would ever have me. I’m sure he means it.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Isabel shivered and hugged her arms. “When I told him I was leaving him, Eric…tried to kill my dog.”
Dan stared at her.
“Afterward he claimed it was a misunderstanding,” she said miserably. “Rufus was a Pekingese, the sweetest little thing. I’d had him ever since I was a girl. He was almost fifteen years old, and stiff with arthritis. I always took such care of him,” she said wistfully. “I adored him. Eric was really jealous of Rufus, about all the time I spent with him.”
“So what happened?”
“We were arguing, and Eric held Rufus over the edge of balcony, ten floors above the street. He kept threatening to drop him, demanding that I grovel and beg. I leaned way out onto the ledge to get my dog back and almost fell myself. Eric just laughed at me.”
“And your dog?”
“Poor Rufus was never the same. He died a few weeks later.”
“Didn’t you report that to the police?”
“Eric’s a detective lieutenant with the Austin police force,” she said wearily. “A fifteen-year veteran and he’s very popular with the other cops. At the time he was distraught over our split, and they all felt sorry for him. He claimed I invented the business with Rufus to make him look bad. It was my word against his.”
“But you’re genuinely frightened of him?”
“I’m terrified.” She met Dan’s eyes steadily. “I saw his face when he…he was holding that poor little dog out above the traffic. Dan, it was so awful. I still have nightmares about it.”
“But why can’t your family help you deal with this man?”
“My father assured me he’d hire some extra security to watch the house, though he couldn’t do anything about the phone calls. Daddy’s always seemed neutral about our split, but a while ago I found out he’s really on Eric’s side. My father is actually helping my ex-husband to stalk me. It’s no wonder,” she added bitterly, “that Eric always knows where I am.”
“Come on, Bella.” Dan felt a rising concern for her emotional balance. “Don’t you think that sounds a little paranoid?”
“I saw them,” she said passionately. “Last month I dropped in at a pub downtown to meet a friend. It was a day when my father thought I’d gone to Houston for the weekend.”
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