Natalie shook her head. “Not recently. Why?”
“I’m worried we’ve overlooked something.”
“Chapman confessed to stalking you.”
“But he said he knew nothing about the warehouse. Whoever recreated the scene in my book took a long time to set everything in place. If Chapman didn't do it, then who did?”
“His fingerprints were there.”
“So were a lot of others.” Gabe stepped over a fallen branch. “Maybe I’m overthinking everything.”
Natalie stopped walking. “We could study the timeline again. And if you’re still worried about Chapman, you should call your friend in the NYPD. He might have uncovered more information about Chapman or the warehouse.”
“You don’t think I’m wasting everyone’s time?”
“You were a detective in the NYPD. Trusting your instincts is as important to you as breathing. After being stalked for more than six months, no one is going to worry about reviewing the evidence.”
Gabe swallowed the knot of emotion in his throat. Natalie would always have his back, always have his best interests at heart. Renting her grandparents’ cottage was the best thing he’d ever done.
His cell phone rang. It was Detective Jameson from the Polson Police Department. “Hi, Russell. I was just talking about Chapman.”
“So was I. It seems Leith Chapman isn’t the only person of interest in your case. The NYPD traced the IP address of the emails that were sent to your agent. They didn’t come from Chapman’s computer.”
“Where did they come from?”
“An Internet café in Queens.”
Gabe frowned. “As in New York City?”
“That’s right. The store's surveillance camera doesn’t show him there at the time they were sent. Can you come to the police station this afternoon? If you can identify any of the people in the video, it will make our jobs a lot easier.”
Gabe checked the time. “I can be there in about forty minutes.”
“Great. I’ll see you when you arrive.”
He ended the call and turned to Natalie. “Russell wants me to drive to Polson. He has some video from a security camera he wants me to look at. Do you want to come?”
Natalie shook her head. “I’ve got to work on my second painting.”
“Are you sure? I could be gone for a couple of hours.”
“I can get a lot of painting done in that time.” Natalie leaned forward and kissed him. “You’ll be okay.”
Gabe wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”
“You’ll have to get used to leaving me on my own sooner or later.”
“I’m voting for the latter option.”
Natalie smiled. “What if I make a cheesecake for dessert? Would that make you feel happier about leaving me at the cottage?”
He looked into her eyes. “Do you promise not to go anywhere without calling me first?”
“I promise.”
“If I’m going to be longer than two hours, I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” Natalie ran her hands down the front of his shirt.
