The Archer [Book 13 of the Hawkman Series] Read Online Free PDF

speed, and he could tell by her intense expression, it would be best not to interrupt her. Their feisty cat, Miss Marple, twined around his legs and meowed in a begging tone.
    Hawkman placed his briefcase and the cardboard tube on the counter, then picked up the feline. “What's the matter, little girl, are you being neglected?"
    Jennifer glanced his way and smiled. “Yes, she's being ignored. I'll be through in a few minutes."
    "No hurry, I'll go play with our mistreated pet."
    Jennifer shook her head. “Right."
    Hawkman picked up the ragged stuffed toy, which no longer resembled the original form of a rabbit, and had Miss Marple in her glory for several minutes before Jennifer finished her project.
    "Done with chapter eight,” she said, rising from the computer. “I had a brain storm earlier about what I wanted to do and thought I'd better get it down on paper before I forgot."
    He studied the worn out toy in his hand. “Why don't you get Miss Marple a new rabbit?"
    "She has at least six new ones in her animal box, but that's the one she always drags out."
    "Maybe you should hide this one and let her get used to a more decent looking toy."
    "Tried. It didn't work; she followed me around crying for the old rabbit."
    "Wonder what she'll do when there's nothing left of this poor thing?"
    "Time will tell,” she said, walking over to the counter and pointed at the cardboard tube. “What's this?"
    "You won't believe what happened to me today. I think I just got my first clue on who's harassing Laura."
    She peered down into the open hole, then shook the arrow out into her hand. “Wow, this is one wicked looking weapon."
    Hawkman tossed the limp rabbit to the cat and joined Jennifer at the bar. “I found it stuck in the eave above my office door, and a note crammed in my mail slot."
    She glanced at him wide eyed. “Really? Tell me about it."
    Hawkman related the incident to her. “He could be a very dangerous man."
    "Or a very stupid one, shooting that arrow into your building. If it had ricocheted differently, it could have hit an innocent person. Many people go down the alley near your office."
    He sat down on one of the bar stools and fingered the arrow. “Fortunately, it didn't go awry. I think he's trying to scare me off with this statement."
    Jennifer looked at him. “He sure doesn't know you. This will only make you go after him harder."
    He smiled. “You have me figured out pretty well, don't you?"
    She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I should. Lived with you a long time."
    He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I think you can read me better than I can read you."
    She laughed. “More than likely.” Pushing away from his embrace, she picked up the arrow again and turned it over in her hand. “This didn't come from an old fashioned bow. Its shaft is made of aluminum or another strong metal. Bet this came from either a compound or crossbow."
    "I'm going to talk to Matt or Phil; they both hunt with bows. They should be able to give me a little insight."
    "Good idea. You said a note was in your mail. What did it say?"
    He pointed toward his briefcase. “Push that over here and I'll show you."
    She shoved it toward him. He opened the valise, and removed the note he'd put inside a clear plastic bag. “This struck me as odd, since Laura swears she doesn't have a boyfriend."
    Jennifer studied it through the film. “I'd say he's wishfully thinking she'll be his soon. From the way he's going about it, I'd say he doesn't care if it's against her will or not. I definitely think he's dangerous."
    "I agree. At least her parents are aware of someone harassing her, and Olly will probably clue in his two hired hands. The more eyes we have looking out for Laura, the better."
    "Do you think she's one who will take chances?"
    "I don't feel so, but I could be wrong. She's scared right now, and I've only seen her in this stressed mode. Once this eases, I'm not sure."
    "Well, you better keep