She watched the man and memorized everything she could.
The man’s shoulders. His height. The way he held himself patient and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.
Finally, the door opened, and Micah stepped back inside. He did a quick sweep of the room before starting toward her.
Naomi glanced back at the window.
Her breath caught.
The alley was empty.
The man was gone.
But . . . how? Where?
Micah sat back down beside her. “Sorry. That was Deputy Knox.” He paused, catching something in her expression. “What?”
“There was a man. Outside. Watching me.” She shook her head. “But he’s gone now. He just . . . he just left me shaken, I guess.”
“Where?”
She nodded at the area where the man had been standing. “There. In the alley.”
His jaw hardened as he stood again. “I’ll be back.”
Micah rushed outside and stood on the sidewalk.
He scanned left, then right.
Nothing and no one appeared out of place.
He looked at the alley between the hardware store and the feed shop.
It was empty.
Who was that man? Where had he gone?
He paced the street, looking for signs of anyone suspicious.
But he saw no one.
He also checked the alley and walked between the buildings.
Still no one.
Whoever that man was, he’d either gotten away or blended in.
He needed to ask Naomi more questions about who the guy might have been. He hated the idea that someone had been watching her. But who was he?
She would have recognized the Hendersons.
So who else could it have been?
One of the Henderson’s cronies? Someone connected with Richard?
There were too many possibilities for his comfort.
He returned to the clinic.
