Helen Lacey – A Bride By Summer: The Texas Ranger's Bride / From Best Friend to Bride / Once Upon a Bride (страница 12)
“There’s no doubt in your mind?”
She stared at him. “I’m positive both photos are of the same man who approached me in Pendleton.”
“That’s all I need to know.”
Kellie sat back down again. The photos had caused the blood in her veins to chill.
“We can thank God you came into the police station yesterday before anything happened to you.”
Her hand went to her mouth. “It’s the same man, so why are there different sets of names for him?”
He pocketed the papers. “It turns out they are identical twins.”
She could hardly breathe.
“I suspect they work together, but the FBI agents I spoke to didn’t realize it until the forensics lab discovered that their prints weren’t exactly the same. It would explain why you could receive a letter postmarked from Austin at the same time he approached you in Eagle Mountain.”
Kellie buried her face in her hands, trying to comprehend it. The next thing she knew, he’d put a cup of coffee in front of her. “Drink this. You need it.”
She took a deep breath and sat back in the chair. “Thank you.” For a few minutes she sipped the hot liquid while she tried to absorb what she’d just learned.
“Tomorrow morning I’d like you to fly to Colorado Springs with me. Your friends have sworn they’ve never given out your cell-phone number to a soul. But if your friend at the Women’s Pro Rodeo Association has put your number into the computer, that may explain where these men got it.”
“You mean they hacked their computer?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I want to find out. You’ve been with that association for several years. These men know your rodeo schedule. Your name is on file with them. I’m curious to know if your friend kept your cell phone number to herself or put it in the computer, never thinking about it. Maybe she even saw him.”
Kellie thought back. “When I gave it to her, she knew never to give it to anyone else.”
“That was before she moved. Chances are she didn’t put it in the system, but I need to find out.”
She marveled at the way his mind worked. “What are you thinking?”
He leaned back in the chair drinking his coffee. “These stalkers are cunning. In order to talk to you, the one who approached you had to have done his homework. What you put on your website about belonging to the Women’s Pro Rodeo Association might have given him an idea I want to explore.”
Kellie had a feeling he hadn’t told her everything. “What time do you want to leave?”
“At 5:30 a.m. We have a 7:00 a.m. flight. If we get our business done fast, you’ll be back here in time to put your horse through some maneuvers before evening. This will be our first venture in public as a married couple, so we’ll behave as man and wife when we reach Colorado.”
“Then I’m going to get ready for bed now.”
“Before you go upstairs, I want you to walk out to the mailbox and bring in any mail you find. Don’t worry. One of the team will be watching you. I’ll be waiting by the front door.”
She got this sick feeling in her stomach over the idea that the stalker might have been near her condo today. Reaching in her purse for her keys, she left the town house and took the short walk to retrieve her smattering of mail from the box.
After she returned, she walked over to the table and put it down. There were three ads, a catalog of home decor furnishings and a five-by-seven white envelope with nothing written on the front. When she saw that it didn’t have a stamp, she froze.
“When does your mail normally come?”
“Between two and three.”
“The stalker may have come after to slip this into your box.”
“You think he had a key?”
“These criminals are professionals and have tools, but we’re going to find out.”
Cy put on gloves and picked it up. After opening the flap, he pulled out a black-and-white glossy photograph of Kellie taken in a beauty salon. She was sitting in a chair with a drape around her neck. Her head had been cut out and it fell on the table. The word
“I don’t believe it!”
He gave her a probing glance. “Where was this taken?”
“At a beauty salon here in Austin where I go to get my hair styled.”
“How long ago?”
“Right before I left for Montana, about five and a half weeks ago.”
“You’re sure about the timing?”
“Yes. Normally I wear cowboy boots all the time and I always get my hair done later in the day. But that particular morning I had an early appointment and I put on those sandals before I left for the salon because I was in a hurry.”
“What time was your appointment?”
“Eight thirty in the morning.”
“Do you remember the date?”
“It was a Wednesday. I had to leave right after to make it to Glasgow in time for the rodeo on Saturday, August 2.”
“That meant you were in the salon on July 30. How big is the place?”
“It does a lot of business. The Blue Gardenia is on Third Street downtown.”
“I’ve heard of it. Do men get their hair cut and styled there, too?”
“Yes.” She shuddered. “That means he was in there watching me. He probably has dozens of pictures of me. It’s sickening and depraved.”
“Stay strong, Kellie. We’re going to catch him.”
A moan escaped her. “What about his twin?”
When she looked at him, the dark blue of his eyes seemed to have turned black. “Him, too. Go on up to bed and set your alarm. We’ll leave for the airport at five thirty. Before we walk out the door, I’ll turn on the camera over the kitchen door on the garage side.”
“You think he’ll come while we’re gone?”
“I’m not sure.”
He obviously had more work to do she wasn’t privy to, so she got up from the table. “I don’t know how to thank you for what you’re doing. Your life is in danger, too.”
“But this is my job. One I like, though no one in my family does.”
“What did they want you to be?”
“An attorney like my father and his father and his father before him.”
So Cy was the lone wolf... His own person. She liked that about him very much.
“When this whole ghastly ordeal is over, I’ll tell your family personally that you have the undying gratitude from me and my family for coming to my rescue.”
His intense gaze continued to hold hers. “That’s nice to hear. Now try to get some sleep and leave the worrying to me.”
* * *
THE SECOND SHE disappeared upstairs, Cy phoned the crew in the surveillance van. “Lyle? The stalker put an envelope in Kellie’s mailbox today. There are eight tenants using that box. Did anyone approach it you can’t identify?”
“Yes. A woman with dark brown hair. I checked with the landlord of the property. He’s never seen her.”
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“Four twenty.”
That was after the mail had been delivered. “Send me a picture.”
“There are three of them. Doing it right now.”