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scars from the fire are kind of sexy in a weird sort of way. He has a bit of a tan that goes well with his dark hair and mocha eyes.” She inwardly groaned.
    “Mocha, huh?”
    “Slip of the tongue.”
    “Sure. Does Vic have any theories about who might be after you?”
    “No, which was why I called you. Did you mention to the class where I was?”
    “Hell, no. I figured it might be one of them.”
    The bartender placed a second vodka tonic in front of her, along with her not-so-healthy dinner. Ellie gave her a thin smile and swiveled on the seat to place an elbow on the bar. “Darn. I thought perhaps Cal was trying to catch my attention.”
    “By slashing your tires?”
    Ellie shook her head. Didn’t matter Wendy couldn’t see her. “I think that had nothing to do with anything. Just bad luck.”
    A bell sounded in the background. “Hey, someone just came in,” Wendy said. “I gotta go. Keep in touch, sweetie.”
    “Will do.”
    For the few minutes she was speaking with her good friend, the world seemed a better place. Now Ellie was alone again. The rich aroma of the food finally pierced her brain, and Ellie popped a chicken tender in her mouth. Mmm. She was pleasantly surprised at the burst of flavor. She alternated between her drink and the fried food until she finished the whole plate. When she returned to Virginia, she’d have to hit the gym for sure.
    “Buy you another drink?” said a deep male voice.
    Ellie spun back around and blinked. A good looking man in his mid-thirties, wearing a charcoal gray suit, but no tie, slid onto the stool next to her. He waved to the bartender. “Michelob please, and whatever the lady is having.”
    Ellie was so taken aback that she failed to object. He splayed his left hand on the bar and the gleaming wedding band shone in the light. She relaxed. He wasn’t hitting on her—or so she hoped. He was probably just looking for someone to talk to.
    “I’m Tom. Tom Travers, from Seattle.”
    “Ellie Hart, from Virginia.”
    “Hi, Ellie from Virginia. What brings you here?”
    She wasn’t sure she should answer, but there didn’t seem to be any harm. Another drink appeared in front of her. “I’m visiting my daughter. You?” While her daughter wasn’t in Rock Hard, Ellie didn’t need to give him too many details.
    “I sell energy-efficient windows. This is part of my territory.”
    Ellie relaxed. He was a salesman. A safe person. “Do your travels take you away from home a lot?”
    He tipped back his beer. “Too much, but I have three kids to put through college. I have to work hard.”
    “I hear ya. I run an art gallery and it’s non-stop work.”
    His lips pressed together appearing impressed. “What does your husband do?”
    She’d heard that line before, but Tom seemed on the up and up. “I’m divorced.”
    He smiled.
    *     *     *
    Amy finally called around nine, and Vic picked up right away. “Got something for me?”
    “Yes, but it doesn’t make any sense.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I’m sending the video clip now.”
    Vic clicked on his mail tab. “Got it. Give me a sec to look.” What he saw was a young woman approach a computer terminal, take out a piece of paper, and type something on the computer. The camera was too far away to see what she wrote. Then it cut off.
    “Not what you expected, huh?” Amy asked.
    “This makes no sense. Are you sure this is the terminal?”
    “Positive.”
    “You get a name?” He wasn’t sure how she could, but he had to ask.
    “I’m good, but not that good.” Amy laughed.
    “Thanks. I owe you.”
    As soon as he disconnected the call, he wanted to tell El his findings. He dialed her number, but her cell went to voicemail. Damn. She’d want to know that her stalker might be a woman. Wendy perhaps? He hadn’t seen El’s best friend in years, but it was possible the person El most trusted was out to drive her crazy.
    When Amy had called, he’d been about to head home. Since the Park Hotel was