They continued to walk for the next half hour, then returned to Corey’s building. As planned, Scott opened the trunk of his car and they pretended to look at the painting he’d supposedly bought, in case the stalker was somewhere, watching them.
“Now what do we do to kill a couple of hours before we go to her place?” Corey asked after suitably praising the nonexistent picture.
Scott grinned wickedly. “Get to know each other better.” Before Corey could tell him he was out of his mind, which it looked as if he was going to, Scott said, “Just kidding. Let me call her and see if we can go over there right now.”
He frowned when his call wasn’t answered, hung up, and tried again in case he’d dialed wrong. Again, no answer.
“What’s wrong?” Corey asked worriedly.
“Jenn said she was going to be home all day.”
“You don’t think…?”
“Get in the car,” Scott practically ordered, slamming the trunk closed.
A minute later they were on the road. Scott had to force himself not to break the speed limits on the way to Jenn’s house. They were almost there when his phone rang. Slowing down, he answered it, heaving a sigh of relief when Jenn asked why he’d called. He said they were on their way over and he’d explain when they got there.
When they arrived at Jenn’s home, the first thing Scott noticed was an unmarked police car sitting in her driveway. “This doesn’t bode well,” he muttered, parking and getting out. With Corey right on his heels, they went onto her porch. Before he could ring the bell, the door opened to reveal a pleasant-looking woman dressed in sweats. As soon as they were inside, he saw Detective Foster standing in the living room.
“Okay, Jenn, what’s going on?”
She smiled slightly. “Apparently someone likes my work. Especially the pictures I was doing for you. In fact, only those ones.”
“Stolen?” Scott asked angrily.
“Yes, all but one. I left them out on my drawing table. I think whoever took them was in a hurry because I found one under the table. It must have fallen when he was gathering them up, and he didn’t notice.”
“Why did you call Darin instead of me?”
“Because I know you’re working undercover, which is why you came here in the first place rather than our meeting at the station house.”
Scott glanced at Darin, asking, “Anything?”
This guy is getting bolder
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