eat all that,” she hissed at him when the waitress left. “And why aren’t you eating?”
“Because unlike some people, I ate at normal times today.”
When the waitress put the food in front of her, Lisa looked at the sandwich with some misgiving. It was as oversized as she remembered. She did eat the soup and at least nibbled at the sandwich since it seemed important to the detective she do so.
After she spooned the last of the soup, she had to admit she did feel better. “Now that I’ve eaten, what can you tell me? And why did you want to leave the house.”
He gave her a wry smile. “I did not want to leave the house, I don’t care if we stayed, but I believed you would be more comfortable in neutral surroundings. You do feel more relaxed?”
She nodded in agreement surprised to find it so. She watched with interest when he reached into his coat pocket and brought out a folded piece of paper. Opening it, he laid it in front of her. “Is this the man you saw?”
She gasped, then looked at it more closely. “I don’t know. I think it is.” She looked up to find him watching her closely. “Is he a criminal? Has he done this kind of thing before?”
Alex reached for the paper and folded it again before slipping it back into his pocket. “To my knowledge, he has not. That does not mean he hasn’t, but if he has I am unaware of it.”
“If he’s not a criminal, how do you have his picture?”
He gave her a wolfish smile, there was simply no other way to describe it. “You do not need to know that. But there is a first time for everything.”
She could tell by the way he said it he didn’t think this was the man’s first time at anything like this.
She clasped her hands together and leaned forward. “Do you think he’ll harm her? I can’t bear the thought. To think I was responsible—“
“You were not responsible!” He practically barked the words at her and she instinctively looked around to see who might have heard. “I do not know if he plans to harm her or not, my job is to find her before he can consider doing so.”
“It’s already been twenty-four hours. He could have already hurt her.”
“It will be his life if he does.”
She blinked at him. There was no heat, no vehemence in his tone. It was as if he was telling her that’s the way it would be.
“You make it sound personal.”
“You are mistaken.”
She shivered at his tone. It was colder than she believed possible.
“What if he’s not the man? How will you know?”
“I will know.” He looked at her still full plate. “If you are finished, I can take you back.”
“Umm… yes, of course.” What else could she say?
She didn’t speak again until they were in the car. She shifted in her seat so she could see his face, read any expression, though she had a feeling this man was more than adept at hiding anything he didn’t want to share. “I know because of the job you do you can’t tell me much, but have you heard anything? Any leads?”
He didn’t look at her, but put the car into gear and drove out of the parking lot. “I have shared all I know.”
“But how did you find this man so fast? No one else had any pictures of him, even had any idea…” She let her voice trail off. He had not even looked at her once, and certainly didn’t appear as if he would give her any answers. He appeared cold and aloof. Then why had he made sure she was fed, cared for? She didn’t understand but finally marked it as part of his protective personality. That was why a lot of people went into law enforcement, at least according to articles she had read.
“Now where are we going?” She wasn’t alarmed, but she was curious as they headed further into town.
“To see a friend of mine.”
“About the picture?” She turned in her seat again as far as the seat belt would allow then tugged on the shoulder harness to allow herself more room. “Hey, I said it could be the man. I didn’t see him very well,