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“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
* * *
Kimberly traced Jeremy’s signature through the bag. Seeing his handwriting on the envelope was more surprising than had there been anthrax in it.
“Can you read it?” Adam’s question was loaded.
No, I might fall apart.
Kimberly turned the card so everyone could see.
February 12th
Dear Kimberly,
For the first time in six years, I am early. Which also means this probably won’t be a very happy birthday as I am either missing or dead. I’m sending this to your friend since you are being watched. If you can, leave. I know you are expecting again, and I hope this time the baby stays where she should. Twelve weeks by my count. I know you think I don’t know, but that is to protect you. The longer you can hide it, the better.
Look for flowers from the same florist I used the first time, to the same address, on your real birthday.
I hope this makes sense. I’m not good at the covert stuff.
I know I don’t say it and I haven’t really shown it. In fact, I’ve been a pretty awful husband. I hope to make it up to you and that you never see this card.
I love you. I am looking forward to Valentine’s Day.
I hope you never have to read this. I hope I’m wrong.
Always,
Jeremy
PS. If Agent Miller is dead or missing, there is a mole in the FBI. Be careful.
He’d known about the baby.
Kimberly’s heart thumped so loud she couldn’t hear anything else. He’d known she was in danger. Why hadn’t he warned her earlier? Maybe he thought he had time.
Alex’s hand covered hers. No one asked any questions.
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A jarof bath bombs sat on the ledge next to one of the largest bathtubs Kimberly had ever seen, the water pouring from a waterfall faucet. Kimberly adjusted the temperature and looked for blinds or a curtain.
Upon further inspection, she realized that blinds were not required. The window faced the ocean, and the balcony didn’t extend under the window. Still, Kimberly dimmed the light to barely brighter than a candle before getting undressed and stepping into the tub.
She chose a lavender bath bomb and chased it around the water with her hands as it sputtered and fizzed, soon disintegrating, leaving only the relaxing scent of lavender behind. The tub was perfectly situated to watch the stars flickering over the Pacific. Kimberly regretted not opening the window so she could hear the waves crash against the rocks below.
The baby kicked.
When Kimberly tried to push back, it rewarded her with two more kicks. She would never tire of this game. “So, little one, what did you think of Daddy’s card?”
Kick.
“I don’t know what to think either.”
Nudge.
