Page 55 of A Moment for Us
“Did they catch the guy?”
She shrugs. “I assume not, Jeremy is the sheriff.”
Yeah, that doesn’t sit well with me. “Was anything taken? Anyone hurt or has Jeremy increased patrols?”
“Again, no idea. I’m not worried.”
Of course she’s not. She’s a lunatic who doesn’t lock her damn doors but has a camera . . . because that’s really going to stop someone. “I don’t like this.”
She extends her hand, opening and closing her fingers as I move the cup around. “I’m not particularly happy about it either. Coffee . . . now.”
I hand it over, and she sighs in relief as she brings the cup to her lips. “I’m calling Jeremy.”
“Why would you call him?”
“Because he’s a cop.”
“Not a good one,” Delia counters.
“He’s the only one the town has, so we’re going to start there.”
She rolls her eyes. “We have a new guy too.”
“Oh, good, now we have two cops. I feel better.”
“I can’t believe you’re worried about this. Mrs. Garner is a crazy old lady! She and Mrs. Villafane sit on that porch and gossip all day. If anyone is going to catch the guy, it’s them. Plus, they could be wrong and this didn’t even happen.”
That’s the worst deflection I’ve ever heard. “Right. I’m sure that’s it. We both know it happened and those two women know everything that happens in this town. If the two of them teamed up with Fred and Bill, they’d be unstoppable.”
She shakes her head while grumbling. “Call Jeremy, learn nothing. I checked the camera after she left. No one has been around the house.”
“That you know of. What if they just didn’t walk in the camera’s view?”
Delia purses her lips and then turns away.
“I’m going to call and find out,” I inform her.
She waves her hand as she enters her bedroom and shuts the door behind her.
I don’t waste a second. I dial Jeremy’s number. We went to high school together and played football. He’ll tell me everything.
“Hey, Josh,” he answers on the first ring.
“Hey, Jer, listen I’m calling to ask you about the break-in by Delia’s house.”
“Oh, that . . . dude, if I was friends with her, I’d be worried . . .”
Well, that’s all I need to hear.
Chapter 16
Delia
“You are not moving in. No. Nope. Not . . .no,” I say again, wondering what second dimension of reality I’m living in.
“It makes sense.”
“It does? How?”
