Page 95 of Obsession

“Yes. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Wait. I wanted to let you know that I decided to enter theinformation from Mary Jo’s case into ViCAP. I’ll let you know if I get a hit.”

ViCAP? The acronym sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place what it was. “What is that?”

“Violent Criminal Apprehension Program.”

She remembered now. She’d heard it mentioned on a reality police show recently. The detective had used the program to discover if there were any crimes similar to the one he was working on. “Let me know what you find out.”

“Look ... I don’t think you should go out with Chandler,” he said, his voice gruff.

“Too late.” Thank goodness she wasn’t on speaker. Talking about Corey while he stood nearby was getting sticky. “Thanks again for calling.”

“Just be careful tonight.”

“I will.” She felt like making a face at the phone. Sam was persistent if nothing else.

“Call me if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, and I’ll come get you. I won’t be far from the Guest House.”

“There won’t be any need for that.” This was getting ridiculous, and if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was jealous. “Goodbye.”

His answering goodbye was almost a growl. She slipped her phone in the black satin clutch and turned to Corey. “What do you think?”

“You look nice. Really nice.”

Her face heated again. “I was talking about the apartment.”

“Oh. I like what they did. Whoever made the renovation maintained the integrity of the house.”

“I think so too. You seem to know a lot about carpentry.”

“It’s one of my hobbies,” he said.

“That’s interesting,” she said, adding the information to her knowledge of the attorney. “And by the way, you look nice too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a tie.”

He touched his collar. “I suppose you haven’t, but maybe we can remedy that. Shall we go? Our reservation is for six fifteen...”

She locked the door behind them, then followed him down the steps.

“How much longer will you have to wear the brace?” he asked.

“A couple more weeks.”

“I’m sure it’s a terrible inconvenience.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” she said with a laugh. “Especially during the dig last week.”

“Did you tell me you finished the excavation for the sheriff?”

Emma’s breath hitched. She didn’t want to discuss Ryan with Corey. “If not, I’m telling you now. There won’t be any more digging at the slave cemetery.”

“Good. My client will be very happy to hear that.”

By the end of the evening, maybe she would have the name of that client. She allowed Corey to escort her to a white Lexus and open the passenger door for her. “Is the car new?” Emma asked as she slid across the pristine white leather seat.

“No. Three years old,” he said. “I bought it right after I arrived in Natchez.”

“How do you keep it so new-looking?” she asked once he was in the driver’s seat.

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