Page 65 of Hiss and Make Up
At least he seemed to have forgiven her for that. Maybe second chances were a real thing people could have after all.
“You’re gonna make it through this game, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Just in case,” she said, “I’m gonna talk at you between plays.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
“Then, great. Let’s do it.”
She pulled her hand away and watched out of the corner of her eye to see if he caught the insinuation. He turned to the TV and said, “That. You talking at me. Let’s dothat.”
She laughed and scrolled through her notes. "Whoever put the snakes at Denise's house wanted her to find them. Why there? They could have been there for days before she found them in that deck box.”
Marc shook his head, while he wrote down numbers and names on his legal pad. "She goes in there every morning.” He laughed. “She pulls out the toys every morning because she doesn’t want the kids digging around in there. She’s afraid of spiders hiding in it.”
Sierra swallowed a short laugh. “That’s a good thing to be on the lookout for too.” She typed that into her notes. It wasn’t a strange thing to do, but every single morning? “So this person knows Denise's habit. And they knew you’d be at the game while she was away from the house yesterday. That should narrow things down, right?"
"I don't know about that."
"How many people could possibly know that?"
"They're not exactly secrets. We both keep pretty predictable schedules."
“Not predictable unless someone knows you and the football schedule. And Denise’s schedule may be regular, but it’s not exactlynormal. Someone would have to know her pretty well.”
“Or have been watching her for a long time,” Marc said.
That sent a chill through Sierra. She wasn’t related to Denise and certainly didn’t consider her a friend, but someone stalking her and her kids made Sierra sick nevertheless.
She was going to help Marc catch this creep, and she wasn’t taking any reward money. She’d figure another way to help Luna.
She’d tell him in the morning after he rested.
“We’ll go with someone that knows you both. It makes me feel better,” she said.
“I don’t think that makesmefeel any better.”
Marc put his feet on the coffee table and rested his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes during the commercial break. The muscles in his face relaxed, so she hit him in the stomach with a pillow.
“Wake up.”
He startled and his eyes opened wide, reacquainting him with the land of the awake. “I was just resting my eyes.”
“Sure.” She put the pillow down and pointed at the TV. “Game’s back on.”
He grabbed his pen, but this would be a losing battle. She hoped he’d be able to wing it through his show tomorrow even if he didn’t see the end of the game. She could help him with a lot, but not that. His notes looked like some kind of foreign language. PATs? LB, TE, FS. It was like when they were kids and left notes for each other in code, except she didn’t have the key.
And what the heck was a YAC?
Her phone buzzed. She sent a quick text back to Freddy letting him know that they were okay.
She wasn’t concerned much about a concussion anymore. Marc had been lucid for the past two hours, and his exhaustion was the result of a long night and the trauma of the fire.
“Hey, before you pass out, which room am I sleeping in?” They had three bedrooms, but she had no idea if he had a guest bed set up or if he’d turned the extra rooms into something else.
