Because as far as the wolf’s concerned, I belong to her. The brand might only be temporary, but that wouldn’t matter to the animal—their wolves were fiercely possessive.
Nancy Janice. She lives alone, doesn’t she? In that house on Crandall Avenue. A tree fell on it from the storms, didn’t it.Anne froze and her stomach knotted up. She thought about Bob Burlington, the arson investigator whose body had washed ashore in the bay, and her boss’s warning. But she was also not going to be bullied.
Mr. Ripkin, I am very sure this act of yours works with most of the people you come in contact with, and I congratulate you on the cultivation of such a successful intimidation tool. She put her hand up. Wait, before you tell me that I need to take you seriously, I’d like to show you something.She took her cell phone out and turned the screen around to him. I’ve recorded this entire conversation and every two minutes this handy app has sent a file to my boss, Don Marshall.That is not admissible as evidence, Ripkin said in a bored tone.
You’re right. But Don believes you had Bob Burlington murdered because he investigated the fire at your mansion. So if anything happens to me, my family, or anyone close to me, I’ve got that little comment of yours about my mother’s house on lock— As her phone vibrated, she smiled and pointed at the screen. Oh, look. It’s just sent another file—swatch what happens next. A text notification came through. And here’s Don, confirming receipt.No one can do anything with it. You gave me no notice.
She pointed to the chair she was in. Don’t pretend you didn’t record this, either. Guess we’re even.
The double doors opened and the animatron with the great legs waited in between the jambs like a Doberman pinscher.The door opened so easily, it was as if the apartment had joined the list of people trying to turn her into a savior. Damn it.
Danny? When there was no answer, she stepped over the threshold. Danny, come on . . . wake up, wouldja?The sitting room was through the kitchen and down the hall some, the last space before you got to the block of bedrooms and the pair of baths. And as she walked forward, the flickering light of the TV cast shadows on the floor, and made her think of the guiding beacon of the afterlife.
She paused and called out, Danny?When there was no response, she cursed and kept going. Heart pounding, palm sweating, she halted in the archway of the parlor. The sound of soft snoring made her go weak with relief.