She stumbled backward. “I left the door unlocked. What if someone’s inside?”
He grabbed her hand. “Don’t worry. Whoever killed Mary is long gone.”
“But what if they’re not?”
He pulled the gun from his belt. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll search the house before you go in.”
“Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”
She moved out of the way and let Mitch slip into the kitchen. Minutes passed before he reappeared, Adam right behind him. “All clear. Come on inside.”
She shuffled into the kitchen, her face burning. “I’m sorry.”
Adam walked around Mitch and wrapped his arms around her. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”
She hugged him and looked over his shoulder toward Mitch, their eyes locking. It was Mitch’s arms she wanted around her. He should be the one comforting her, but today he was the professional police investigator.
Mitch inclined his head toward the den. “C.J.?”
Adam turned to face him. “What is it?”
C.J. pulled away and pushed her hair behind her ears. “I have to get some e-mails off my computer for Mitch.”
“The ones you got yesterday at work?”
A surprised look flashed on Mitch’s face. “How did you know about that?”
“Gwen told me last night at dinner. She said you were upset about them, but Harley didn’t think they meant anything.”
C.J. closed her eyes and massaged her temples. “That’s what I thought, too, until the mysterious Fala called my show and then sent another message.”
Adam sucked in his breath. “Gwen didn’t tell me about that.”
“She didn’t know. It happened after she’d left for the day.”
Mitch checked his watch. “I really need to get back over to Mary’s.”
“I’ll print out those e-mails now,” she said, heading toward the den. She rubbed her hands on her pants. “Then I think I’ll shower again before I go to work.”
Mitch reached out and stopped her. “Whoa, there. You don’t need to go to work. Why don’t you take the day off?”
“I can’t do that. I have a broadcast to do.”
Mitch waved his hand in dismissal. “Cancel it, or let Harley do it. You don’t need to go anywhere until we find out about whoever’s sending you these threatening messages.”
“What should I do? Hide in my house? No, thanks. Fala isn’t going to get in the way of my show or my life.”
He leaned toward her, gritting his teeth. “Don’t be so hard-headed. Your show isn’t worth the risk.”
Mitch might have appeared concerned about her this morning, but his words told her nothing had changed between them. “Not to you. You’ve certainly made that clear from the beginning, but it is to me.”
Mitch raked his hand through his hair. “Sometimes you…”
Adam stepped up beside them and placed a hand on each one’s shoulder. “Hey, guys, stop it. You’re both upset, but you don’t need to argue. We’ve lost a great friend.” He paused, blinked back tears and took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you what. You two get the e-mails, and I’ll cook breakfast. Then we’ll all sit down and try to cope with what’s happened.”
Mitch’s shoulders sagged. “You and C.J. can eat. I’ll grab something later on.”
Adam frowned. “C’mon, Mitch. You’ve got to eat.”
“Sorry, I can’t. The chief will be waiting at the station for me.”
Adam nodded. “Then I’ll call Gwen to come over. C.J. can ride to work with her after breakfast. How’s that?”
She couldn’t believe it. They were standing here talking about her as if she weren’t capable of making her own decisions. “You don’t have to ask Mitch, Adam,” she said. “I’ll decide how I’ll go to work.”
Mitch’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a long breath. “Fine. I suppose I can’t stop you from what you’re bound and determined to do. Just give me the e-mails, and I’ll get out of your way.”
Without a word she turned and led the way into the den. Adam’s voice drifted from the kitchen. She knew he’d dialed Gwen. “This is Adam. Something terrible has happened.” His voice dissolved into choking sobs. “Can you come to C.J.’s house?”
Dreading to open her e-mails, C.J. eased into her desk chair and turned on the computer. As she waited for it to boot, she closed her eyes in an effort to forget the horrible scene in Mary’s bedroom. She could only imagine the message Fala might have left to torment her for not saving her friend’s life.
Finally she opened her eyes, held her breath and clicked. No new message from Fala in her inbox. Cold fear replaced the short-lived relief that flooded her body.
With Mary dead, three victims remained. Only Fala knew their names and the times of their deaths.
Who would be next?
The smells from the kitchen had teased her nose while she printed the e-mails for Mitch, and she’d hoped he would change his mind about staying. Instead, he’d scooped up the papers from the printer tray and headed back to Mary’s without so much as a goodbye.
Gwen dropped the piece of toast she’d been nibbling onto her plate. “I didn’t know you were such a good cook, Adam. Maybe I need to take lessons from you.”
He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “Anytime, lovely lady. You know I’m at your service.”
C.J. smiled at the two of them. It was evident the attraction they’d felt when she introduced them a few months ago was blossoming into something deeper. She wiped her hands on her napkin and stared at the scrambled eggs in front of her. Adam had done a great job with the meal, but she couldn’t bring herself to eat. She lifted her fork and traced the flower pattern on the edge of the plate with the tines.
“C.J.?” Gwen’s voice caught her attention.
“Yes?”
“If you’re finished, Adam and I will clean up while you get dressed.”
She pushed back from the table and stood. “Thanks for being here, you two. It means a lot to have such good friends.”
Gwen rose and put her arm around C.J.’s shoulder. “We’re glad to help.”
Adam nodded. “Gwen’s right. We love you, and we’ll do anything we can for you.”
Fighting back tears, C.J. rushed toward the bedroom. Maybe a hot shower would make her feel better.
Thirty minutes later her reflection gazed at her from the dresser mirror. The dark circles under her eyes refused to disappear, even with a thick layer of makeup. She fluffed her hair one more time. What did it matter how she looked anymore? Who was there to care? Her audience would never know.
The doorbell rang. Maybe Adam or Gwen would get it. She listened for a moment until she heard the front door open and Adam’s voice. The storm door closed, and she supposed he had stepped outside.
Picking up her purse and coat, she headed toward the living room. She pulled the curtain back at the front window and looked out. Adam and Mitch stood on the sidewalk in front of the house talking. Adam nodded in agreement before Mitch turned and strode to his unmarked police car. When he pulled away from the curb, Myra followed. C.J. let the curtains fall back into place and watched Adam reenter the house.
“There