“This one is.”
“How do you know?”
Whoops.
“I’ve, uh, met him. He came by to see Natalie twice, and I also ran into him in town.” She wadded the sheet in her fistand braced. “As a matter of fact, I’m also the one who found the groundskeeper’s body during one of my daily walks.”
“Cara! You waited until now to tell me that?”
“I would have gotten around to it.” Maybe. But at least that piece of information ought to distract Bri from asking any more questions about her younger sister’s interactions with the sheriff.
“Are you okay with that?”
“It didn’t give me nightmares or anything, if that’s what you mean.”
“Listen ... you want me to run down there a night next week? If there’s a Thai restaurant in the area, we could indulge in that spicy food you like.”
Pressure built behind her eyes at her sister’s kindhearted gesture. It was classic Bri. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s too long of a drive after a full day of work. Especially since you’re not a fan of Thai cuisine.”
“I could suffer through it for the sake of my little sister.”
“You’re barely a year older than me.”
“Once a little sister, always a little sister. The offer’s on the table if you change your mind.” In the background, a siren sounded. “Gotta run. I’m at the scene. Let me know if you need me. Otherwise, we’ll talk next Saturday. And I promise I won’t call this early.”
“No worries. I should get up anyway. I have to run to my office on campus, and I don’t want to be late for my ballet class.”
“Enjoy.”
“Always.”
They rang off, and Cara swung her legs to the floor. Stood. Stretched.
Dinner with Bri next week would have been fun if the drive wasn’t so long.
But she did have dinner with Brad on her calendar.
And much as she loved her sister, a date with the handsome sheriff would be even better than a chatty meal with Bri.
Because not only was she eager to enjoy his company in an unofficial capacity, she was curious to find out if keeping his ear to the ground in the Micah case had produced any new leads.
A long shot, no doubt. Brad himself had admitted as much.
Yet Natalie seemed unconvinced the man’s death had been an accident.
In all honesty, she didn’t have positive vibes about that herself.
Furrowing her brow, Cara pulled her dance clothes from the closet.
Trouble was, if natural causes or an accident hadn’t ended his life, that meant someone had killed him.
Someone who was still out there.
A shiver rippled through her.
Not the cheeriest thought on this Saturday morning.
So she’d try to put it aside. Leave all crime-related matters in Brad’s capable hands. If there was anything to worry about, he’d tell her.
