Page 78 of Before the Night Falls
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I sketched out some dates, dates when other women in other states have been murdered using methods that are eerily similar to The Admirer.”
“What? I haven’t heard about those.”
“It’s just come to light within the past couple of days,” Tyson said. “But I need you to cross-reference those dates with the schedules of my employees. I’m not worried about money. I’ll pay you whatever it costs.”
“Of course.”
“Your guys are also on this list, just to let you know.” Tyson explained the earlier situation to him.
“I’d be more than happy to look into everyone—even my own guys.” His voice hardened with conviction. “What’s going on isn’t okay.”
“No, it’s not.” He rubbed his neck, feeling the knots that had formed there.
Tyson was tempted to cancel his trip to Atlanta. Very tempted.
But Olivia wouldn’t forgive him if he did.
Just as he ended the call and leaned back, the guard stationed by the gate buzzed him.
Strange. He usually only did that if a visitor arrived or if something was wrong.
When he clicked on his phone to talk to the man face-to-face, he couldn’t believe who he saw on the other side.
It was the person he least expected to show up.
And he knew this arrival would only make his life more complicated.
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
Olivia awoke earlythe next morning.
Right away, she remembered the roses in Tyson’s truck yesterday, and tension spread across her chest.
Then she remembered the kisses she’d shared with Tyson, and something close to joy burst to life inside her.
Maybe there was still hope for a happy ever after.
Could fear and love co-exist? She honestly wasn’t sure. Didn’t perfect love cast out fear?
She have to think about that some more.
She threw on a sweatshirt and jeans before wandering into the kitchen. Tyson hadn’t mentioned what time he was leaving, but she hoped to catch him for one more goodbye.
Everything was quiet in the house. There was no sign of Tyson or anyone else.
She quietly pulled out some homemade wholegrain bread—plan approved—and put a piece in the toaster. Then she grabbed the jar of all-natural peanut butter and spread a glob over her toast.
A noise at the end of the hallway caught her ear. She set down her breakfast and crept toward the sound, ready to surprise Tyson.
That was when she heard an unfamiliar female voice murmur, “You be careful.”
Olivia’s curiosity peaked. Peering around the corner, she spotted Tyson standing at his bedroom door. His luggage was beside him as if he were ready to go.
In front of him, a dark-haired woman with wet, shower-fresh hair stood, wrapped in a white terrycloth robe.
It was actress Kate Ambrose.
