“They locked him up, thank God.”The older man gnawed on a last bit of toast.
“Yeah, but do you know his prisoner release date?”
The other man’s eyes sharpened.“Hadn’t thought about that.I’m not sure.”
“Does Montana have a VINE system?”
“A who-sa?”
“You have to register for an alert.I’m guessing you guys didn’t.It’s theVictim Information & Notification Every Day.You can be notified when a criminal you may be concerned about is released.I’ll just step out and make a few calls.”
Taking his phone, he went outside the diner and started digging for information.Ten minutes later, jaw locked, mood soured, he reentered the diner.
His food was hot and ready for him on the table.
Yet his appetite had vanished.
Chapter Five
With strange forebodings, Sarah waited in the outer foyer of the two-story building where she was trying to negotiate a lease.The owner, Donovan Sinclair, an attractive man in his early forties who’d moved to town and bought up property only a year or so before, made her uncomfortable.And today, even though she’d carefully scheduled an appointment, he’d made her wait.The receptionist working on her computer, sent occasional, polite smiles.
Sarah fiddled with her phone.
At last, she was called inside his office.It was spacious, expensively appointed with patterned carpet and modern, wall-hung art.
Donovan Sinclair stood up from behind an impressive rosewood desk and came around to greet her.He wore a stylish string tie, new blue jeans, and polished leather boots.His hair was neatly brushed, his face clean-shaven.
Deliberately, Sarah held out a hand, which he took, but he also pulled her close to place a kiss on her cheek.She wished he wouldn’t do that.Clearly, he was interested in her and over the past months she’d done everything she could think of to discourage him.
He wasn’t dissuaded.
Holding out a chair in front of his desk, he smiled into her eyes.“So good to see you, Sarah.You need to come to town more often.We should have dinner.”
She’d told him no at least four times already.She did it again.“Thank you ...no.I’m not interested in dinner—”
“Lunch, then.”
