Xo (Kathryn Dance 3)

"At Kayleigh's?"

"Oh, at Kayleigh's ... Well, she told me about Alicia and the fire so I called the fire department but I couldn't stop. You told me to stop, right?"

"I did."

"But I couldn't. I kept going to the house. When I got there I parked on the shoulder, so Alicia wouldn't see me. I went through the trees and got to the house. The kitchen door was open and I saw Alicia by the stairs. She didn't see me. I tackled her. She was really strong. I mean, you know, really. I didn't expect that. The gun went off before I got it away from her. She jumped at me and I shot her. I didn't think. I just pulled the trigger. I didn't even know I got shot. All I remember is we were trying to put the fire out, you and me ... and then I woke up here."

His eyes closed slowly then leveraged open and he looked at Kayleigh. "I was going to mail you something before I left. There's a card. I was going to send you a card. There's a present inside too. My jacket. Look in the pocket. Where's my jacket?"

Dance found the garment in the closet. Kayleigh fished through the pocket. She extracted a stamped envelope, addressed to her.

"Open it."

She did. Looking over her shoulder, Dance noted the silly drugstore card with a mournful-looking dog on the front, the balloon above its head reporting, "I'm 'Dog-gone' sorry."

Kayleigh smiled. "And I'm sorry too, Edwin."

"Look in the tissue."

She opened the square of thin paper; inside were three small guitar picks. "Oh, Edwin."

"I got a deer antler in this pawn shop in Seattle. I made them out of that."

"They're beautiful." She showed them to Dance, who agreed.

"I ..." His eyes floated in an arc around the room and he remembered what he was going to say. "I sent them to you before but you sent them back. I mean, somebody sent them back. But if you want, you can have them now."

"Of course I want them. Thank you so much. I'll use them at the concert. In fact, I'll thank you in person for them there."

"Oh, no. I'm headed back to Seattle. I was packing up when Alicia called." A wan smile.

"Leaving?"

"Better for you, I think." He laughed. "Better for me too, you know. You think a famous star kind of likes you, then next thing some crazy people want to use you to assassinate a politician and some psycho's stolen your trash to frame you for murder. Never thought being a fan could be so dangerous."

Both Dance and Kayleigh smiled.

"Think I'm ... think I'm ... better off in Seattle." His head eased toward his chest and he muttered, "It's not as hot either. It's really hot in ... it's hot here."

Kayleigh smiled but said earnestly, "Edwin, you can't drive like this. Wait a couple of days. Please. Come to the concert if you're feeling up for it. I'll get you a ticket front row cen

ter."

He was fading fast. "No. Better. It's better if I ..."

Then he was sound asleep. Kayleigh looked over the picks and seemed genuinely moved by the gift.

She and Dance then left the hospital. They were in the parking lot when Kayleigh gave a laugh.

The agent lifted an eyebrow.

"Hey, you hear the one about the blond country singer?"

"Tell me."

"She was so dumb she got dumped by her stalker."

Chapter 67