Meg awoke well before dawn. She stretched in the dark and began to organize her thoughts. She did not need to turn on the computer this morning because it was not here. This was a first in a long time. No reason to hurry into the office. No eBay, no redranger, no computer. Then she remembered the other thing that was lurking in the corner of her mind; she was not alone in the house. Ambrose was downstairs guarding the front door or something. Or maybe while she slept some one had come and relieved Ambrose and someone else would be down there. Well, she was up here in her bed and she was not ready to go down and face whatever this day would bring. What day was it?
Let’s see. Denver was Thursday. Friday had been a "recover and feel sorry for herself because she had been stood up" day, and then Saturday brought the detectives and the news that the man she had contemplated having sex with was married. Hell, not only married, but missing. The redranger was Jeffery Eldon Purcell. She pulled the covers over her head as she realized that today was Sunday. Sunday meant church. But Jack had told her she had to stay in the house. Well, that was not going to happen. Some body had to move the eggs into the cooler. Somebody had to check the feeders. And today was Sunday and Sunday and church were part of her routine. Well, Ambrose better be ready to go to church and gather eggs. She pushed the covers down and turned and put her feet over the side of the bed. A quick look at the clock told her it was almost 5:30. The sun would be peeking over the horizon very soon.
Guiltily she remembered that she had not spoken to Kevin since the first part of the week. She reached for the phone in the charger by the bed. It was not there. Strange. In all the activity yesterday she must have left in downstairs. Anyway it was 4:30 in California and it was Sunday and Kevin liked to sleep in on the weekend. Well, not that late, but sure not 4:30. Nobody got up at that time of day. Well, she did, but she had no life. It was pretty early to go downstairs, but surely Ambrose was awake and would want coffee. He was guarding her so he should be awake. She took her robe off the end of the bed and threw pulled it on. As she pulled it around her shoulders, she hugged herself. Tommy had bought this for her and it was very practical for Colorado mornings, although not a bit sexy. She stroked the fabric which reminded her of a satin rabbit she had as a pet when she was very young. Wonder what this fabric is, other than polyester. Such a general term.
Sliding her feet into her slippers, she ran her fingers through her hair. She belted the robe and walked across the floor to the crates. As she opened the door on Daisy’s crate, Daisy stirred and came out, waiting to have her ears scratched. Elvira was slower, but the same ritual as Daisy. They waited for their “getting up treat”. If they had one for going to bed, the also needed one for getting up. Nothing spoiled about these dogs.
They bounded down the stairs , made a left turn , and were out the doggie door. Meg made a right turn and walked into a brightly lit kitchen. But where was Ambrose? Must be in the bathroom, or maybe asleep on the couch. She glanced around the kitchen and did not see her cell phone. This charger was also empty. Where was that phone? Then she saw the note on the counter. She picked it up and read the few words. “ Meg Paker. I have been called back to Denver. Everything here is alright.”
That was strange. He should have woke her up and told her he was leaving. How was he leaving? He had no car. Someone must have came and got him. Yes, that was it. Well, that made two inconsiderate oafs! And the dogs. Why had they not barked? They barked at every leaf that blew across the yard and every fox that came within a mile of the place, but men walking around in the kitchen was nothing to be alarmed about.
She poured the water through the Bunn that she had set up the night before in case Ambrose wanted coffee. As she took her favorite cup off the cup rack, she glanced idly towards the back of the house. Those dogs were sure taking their sweet time this morning. On cue, she heard scratching at the doggie door. Scratching? All they had to do was come inside. Nothing to stop them. She walked through the dining room to the sun porch. The inside door to the doggie door was firmly in place! How in the hell had that happened? It was kept beside the doggie door. As she stared in disbelief she felt a strong arm around her shoulders and soft cloth on her face. What was that odor?
As her whole body slumped against the warmth of what she knew not, Tommy’s face arose before her.
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Let’s see. Denver was Thursday. Friday had been a "recover and feel sorry for herself because she had been stood up" day, and then Saturday brought the detectives and the news that the man she had contemplated having sex with was married. Hell, not only married, but missing. The redranger was Jeffery Eldon Purcell. She pulled the covers over her head as she realized that today was Sunday. Sunday meant church. But Jack had told her she had to stay in the house. Well, that was not going to happen. Some body had to move the eggs into the cooler. Somebody had to check the feeders. And today was Sunday and Sunday and church were part of her routine. Well, Ambrose better be ready to go to church and gather eggs. She pushed the covers down and turned and put her feet over the side of the bed. A quick look at the clock told her it was almost 5:30. The sun would be peeking over the horizon very soon.
Guiltily she remembered that she had not spoken to Kevin since the first part of the week. She reached for the phone in the charger by the bed. It was not there. Strange. In all the activity yesterday she must have left in downstairs. Anyway it was 4:30 in California and it was Sunday and Kevin liked to sleep in on the weekend. Well, not that late, but sure not 4:30. Nobody got up at that time of day. Well, she did, but she had no life. It was pretty early to go downstairs, but surely Ambrose was awake and would want coffee. He was guarding her so he should be awake. She took her robe off the end of the bed and threw pulled it on. As she pulled it around her shoulders, she hugged herself. Tommy had bought this for her and it was very practical for Colorado mornings, although not a bit sexy. She stroked the fabric which reminded her of a satin rabbit she had as a pet when she was very young. Wonder what this fabric is, other than polyester. Such a general term.
Sliding her feet into her slippers, she ran her fingers through her hair. She belted the robe and walked across the floor to the crates. As she opened the door on Daisy’s crate, Daisy stirred and came out, waiting to have her ears scratched. Elvira was slower, but the same ritual as Daisy. They waited for their “getting up treat”. If they had one for going to bed, the also needed one for getting up. Nothing spoiled about these dogs.
They bounded down the stairs , made a left turn , and were out the doggie door. Meg made a right turn and walked into a brightly lit kitchen. But where was Ambrose? Must be in the bathroom, or maybe asleep on the couch. She glanced around the kitchen and did not see her cell phone. This charger was also empty. Where was that phone? Then she saw the note on the counter. She picked it up and read the few words. “ Meg Paker. I have been called back to Denver. Everything here is alright.”
That was strange. He should have woke her up and told her he was leaving. How was he leaving? He had no car. Someone must have came and got him. Yes, that was it. Well, that made two inconsiderate oafs! And the dogs. Why had they not barked? They barked at every leaf that blew across the yard and every fox that came within a mile of the place, but men walking around in the kitchen was nothing to be alarmed about.
She poured the water through the Bunn that she had set up the night before in case Ambrose wanted coffee. As she took her favorite cup off the cup rack, she glanced idly towards the back of the house. Those dogs were sure taking their sweet time this morning. On cue, she heard scratching at the doggie door. Scratching? All they had to do was come inside. Nothing to stop them. She walked through the dining room to the sun porch. The inside door to the doggie door was firmly in place! How in the hell had that happened? It was kept beside the doggie door. As she stared in disbelief she felt a strong arm around her shoulders and soft cloth on her face. What was that odor?
As her whole body slumped against the warmth of what she knew not, Tommy’s face arose before her.
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