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conjured up. “I’m okay. Leslie helped clean up the house and she’s staying the night so I won’t be alone. The glass company repaired the deck door.” Amy sighed, feeling certain he could hear the exhaustion in her voice, might even detect a lingering sense of apprehension. “And I set the alarm.”
    “That’s good. I’m glad you’re not alone.”
    A long pause followed.
    “May I ask you a question?”
    “Sure, Ms. MacArthur. What would you like to know?”
    “Is that kid still in custody? I can’t get his hate-filled expression out of my mind. What if he comes back...”
    The officer blew out his breath. “Don’t worry about him coming back.”
    “Why? Is he still in jail? In rehab? I can’t help worrying.”
    “I can’t discuss the case with you. Confidentiality. I’m sorry.”
    “Oh. I see.” She didn’t confess she imagined spotting the guy earlier this evening standing at the bus stop. He’d probably think she’d become paranoid as a result of the incident.
    “Well, I was just thinking about you...”
    There was a pause on the line.
    Amy wanted to ask how much thinking? But she smiled, knowing he’d thought about her. He probably hadn’t intended to admit it, and perhaps he thought about all the victims in his cases. But the fact that he cared enough to call and check up on her meant a lot.
    “Well, I’ll let you go for now. Get some sleep, and hopefully by morning the situation won’t look so bleak.”
    “Thank you for thinking of me. I appreciate the call.” Amy remembered the kindness and consideration she’d received from him this morning. He was definitely one of the good guys.
    “You’re welcome.” Another pause. “Good night, Ms. MacArthur.”
    “Good night, Constable Robertson.” Despite the harrowing day she’d just survived, Amy smiled as she hung up the phone.
    And then she recalled nearly jumping out of her skin when the phone rang. She felt frustrated that the cop couldn’t tell her where the culprit was. Stupid confidentiality. Of course, if it was her kid, thought Amy. The law was the law, and it did serve a purpose.
    Maybe they’d put him in a rehab center. She hoped so for the kid’s sake. Drugs. Break and enter. He definitely needed help. Of course, if he remained at home in his parents’ custody he’d still be attending school, be out on the street. His parents couldn’t watch him every minute of the day.
    Oh, hell, would she ever feel safe in her own home again?
     

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Kevin hung up the phone and scrubbed his face with his hand, feeling like a fool for calling Amy MacArthur. With the police service stretched to its limit these days, would she believe he’d just called as a public service? Or would she guess his motives were of a personal nature? And he’d actually told her he’d been thinking about her. Which was true, but he certainly didn’t intend to share that bit of information with her.
    All day, he couldn’t get the pretty blonde out of his thoughts. During the investigation Amy had mentioned widowhood and that she lived alone. She’d told Wilson her husband died a year and a half ago, but he’d noticed she was still wearing a wedding band which screamed I’m not ready for a new relationship.
    Certainly, she was too young and too pretty to be a widow, he decided.
    Amy had been shaking visibly, frightened and rattled, when they first arrived on the scene. Her vulnerability had tugged at his heartstrings. He hated seeing a woman hurting and afraid. But within minutes her demeanor had changed, and he’d witnessed her anger surface, her resolve take over. Amy MacArthur wouldn’t be bested by anything or anyone, he imagined. Even the destruction left behind by that strung-out punk searching for drugs or some quick funds to procure his next high.
    But that young delinquent had slung verbal threats and physically pushed her to the ground. Kevin’s hands fisted while he fantasized about throwing that little punk around,