Page 8 of Shiver

“Oh, yes. Her writing, I know what you mean. And she must be a very good writer, too.”

“Really? Have you read…”

Betty’s mouth puckered into a pretty pout. “No, she promised to bring something in, but it must have slipped her mind. And I didn’t find anything under her name, so I assume she uses a pseudonym. I keep forgetting to ask her what it is, though.” She brightened. “Do you know what it is?”

“No.” He paused. “I just thought since you said how good she is…”

“Oh, well she must be because she entrances the kids so. They retell her stories to one another at night before they go to sleep, changing the endings and the characters, acting them out, just as Devra has encouraged them to do. And sometimes, for these kids, that kind of distraction is just what they need.”

“She sounds like a saint,” he said dryly.

The nurse laughed. “Saint Devra. Has a nice ring to it.”

Too bad he was having so much trouble hearing it. “She must have a lot of admirers. Other than the kids,” he prompted.

“Well, they certainly do love her. It’s funny you mention it, though. In all the time she’s been coming, I’ve never seen her with anyone. And here she’s hadtwogentlemen stop by in the past week.”

“Two?”

“Oh, yeah. Though, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.” A worried look crossed her face as she once again glanced over her shoulder at Devra through the glass.

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “Miss Morgan and I are just friends.” He smiled and dug his hands deep into his pockets, giving her one of those I’m-available-if-you-are looks.

The nurse tilted her head coquettishly. “Well, then, I suppose it’s all right if I let the cat out of the bag.”

He gave her a wink of encouragement.

“Just last Saturday, a man stood right where you are watching Devra work with the kids. He didn’t say much, just stood there and watched her with this weird expression on his face. He disappeared right before she was done. When I mentioned him to her, she seemed a little surprised and a touch agitated. I think she was afraid of him. Is that why you’re here? For her protection?”

Heaven help her if she really did need protection. Look how well he protected Michelle…not to mention his mother. He shook off the thought. More than likely, Devra was agitated because she didn’t want anyone linking her with her mystery man. Perhaps an estranged boyfriend? Or an accomplice.

“Can you describe this guy for me?”

“Well…he was ordinary looking—dark hair, slim, average height. The only thing memorable about him was his eyes.”

“His eyes?”

“Yeah, they were dark and deep-set—a little intense and spooky-looking. To tell you the truth, he was creepy. I could see why Devra would be afraid of him.”

“Was she?”

“It wasn’t anything she said, just a feeling I had.”

Could Miss Morgan have known what the killer was planning?Perhaps he wasn’t pushing hard enough. Perhaps it was time to tighten the line. Riley took a picture of Michelle out of his wallet. “Have you seen this woman before?”

The nurse took the picture and studied it for a long moment, then handed it back to him. “Sorry,” she said. “She looks a lot like Devra, though.”

Chapter 5

Devra was tryingto concentrate on the children but found herself hopelessly distracted.Hewas out there flirting with Betty. And Betty was enjoying it, laughing, her perfect curls bouncing, her long red-tipped nails flicking the air as she spoke. It was bugging Devra to no end, though she couldn’t fathom why.

She finished another page, held the book up for the kids to see the pictures, then caught the detective looking at her. Quickly, she turned the page, and her attention, back to the book. He was handsome in a rugged, arrogant kind of way. What would it be like to have him look at her the way he was looking at Betty? She shook her head. Thinking about that particular man in any capacity was dangerous. The sooner she put him out of her mind, the better.

She read another page. Someday, she would write books just for kids and leave the dark, ugly world of her nightmares far behind her. But, for today, she needed to say goodbye to the people she would miss the most when she left New Orleans—the children. Then she’d hurry home, finish packing, and disappear.Again.

She closed the book, gave the children extra tight hugs as she said goodbye, then watched them pile out of the room. Everyone except Joey. “Did you get your necklace, Miss Devra?”

Confused, Devra looked down into Joey’s eager gaze. “What necklace is that, sweetie?”

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