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that the news had something to do with Alaric. “What’s wrong?”
    Tim hurried around the counter with keys in hand. “Oh, just a little police business.”
    I stood up and followed him out of the store.
    “You should stay in town, look around,” he said at the sidewalk. “There are several antique stores on Main that you might enjoy.”
    I looked down street. “I think I’ll just go back to the cabin, actually. Take a nap.”
    Tim’s eyes widened then he quickly schooled his features. “Oh, but there’s so much to do around here. So much history to discover.”
    “I’ll stick around here then. Thank you for answering my questions,” I said and waved goodbye as he got in his car and drove away. I gave him a five-minute head start before climbing in my own car and driving in the exact direction he was headed—back to the mountains and, if my suspicion was correct, the cabin.
    On the way, a police car passed me heading back towards town, and half a minute later, an ambulance. Neither vehicle had their sirens on but there was still a feeling of dread tightening around my chest, a gut instinct that something was very, very wrong.
    When I made the turn into the cabin’s gravel driveway, I found Tim and an imposing man in police uniform standing several yards away at the edge of the trees. They glanced at me then bent their heads together, speaking in hushed tones. The conversation came to an abrupt stop when I walked over.
    “What’s going on?” I asked.
    The officer held out his hand. “Ma’am, I’m Officer Morcillo,” he said, his grip almost painful. He was a few inches shy of six feet but the stately way he carried his wide, beefy body made him appear formidable, intimidating. “We were just investigating an attack in the area.”
    I would have bought his explanation had I not caught Tim shooting an anxious look his way. “Oh? What happened?” I asked.
    “Oh nothing too serious. A few hikers were just attacked by a wildcat,” Tim said, waving a hand dismissively. “Anyway, do you mind if I take a look around the cabin? Make sure all the locks are okay?”
    We went inside and Tim pointed out the locks that he’d just installed last month, supposedly so good even a cold draft couldn’t sneak its way in. I knew firsthand that was not the case.
    “I like what you’ve done,” Tim said, looking around the cabin’s interior. In the bedroom, he expressed a similar sentiment while he checked the locks on the sliding door. “If you’d like to leave the decorations, I would be more than happy to reimburse you,” he said.
    “Oh, sure,” I said, distracted by the news of the attack. And to think I’d almost gone hiking that morning. It could have been me on the way to the hospital.
    “I see you’ve had a chance to look at the local flora.”
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I turned to Tim then followed his gaze towards the bed. I gasped.
    On the nightstand was a bouquet of wild flowers set inside a glass of water. The beautiful, unruly mess of colors set my heart racing, sapping my tongue of moisture.
    “Miss Randall?” Officer Morcillo asked. “Is everything okay?”
    I blinked up at him, sure that my thoughts were written all over my face. Could he tell from my expression that I’d left for town that morning with an empty nightstand, the glass still in the drainer by the sink? “I’m fine,” I said, trying hard not to look at the flowers again. “Just thinking about something back in Atlanta.”
    Officer Morcillo nodded then handed me a business card. “Here’s my number and the number to the station. Call if you hear or see anything. I’ll be back later to check on the area.”
    “Okay, thank you,” I said, palming the card.
    Both men headed to the front door.
    “Please be wary of opening the door to strangers,” Morcillo said.
    The hair on the back of my neck rose. “Why would I have to worry about people? Aren’t we talking about wild animals here?”
    Tim jammed his