Derek stiffened. “Who said anything about drugs? Dad, have you been letting her watch your Scarface DVD again?”
Hank ignored him, placing his hand on Holly’s shoulder. “Want me to take you for that lunch in the meantime?”
She shook her head. “I won’t be able to eat until I know Gabrielle’s okay.” She glanced up at Derek. “What are you still doing here? Go!” she ordered him, pointing her finger at the door.
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
BY THE TIME THE POLICE arrived, Gabrielle had gotten over being scared and had moved on to being furious. This was the third time someone had threatened her since she’d returned to town and she was finished putting up with it.
After examining her room, the police had two pieces of evidence to work with—the door that had been jimmied and a message left in the bathroom, which Gabrielle hadn’t gotten close enough to see when she’d first walked into the room.
You were warned! The words had been sc
rawled in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror.
“Ma’am?” a young police officer, the one who’d already questioned her when he arrived, asked.
Gabrielle turned. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “What did you find?”
The officer scratched his head. “Nothing at a glance. We’ll have to see what Forensics uncovers.”
Gabrielle hoped Forensics was sophisticated in her old hometown.
“In the meantime, I suggest you don’t stay here.” He tipped his head toward her room. Two other officers remained inside.
“I thought as much myself.” But she didn’t want to go home.
Going back to Boston would be tantamount to admitting defeat. Giving the person trying to run her off exactly what they wanted. She didn’t see that she had much of a choice, though.
“I’ll need to know where I can reach you,” the officer said.
“She’ll be staying with me.”
Gabrielle turned at the unexpected sound of Derek’s voice. She might be an adult capable of handling things herself, but she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to the policeman.
“Take your time.” He nodded and returned to her room.
Once the police were finished investigating, she’d have to pack up her things, but for now, everything she owned was on display for prying male eyes.
She took Derek’s elbow and led him to a private spot outside, beneath a tree. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Checking on you.” He cupped her cheek in his hand.
She turned her face into his palm, letting his strength calm her. “How did you know I needed checking on?”
“Intuition.”
“Seriously.”
“Dad’s police scanner. What happened?”
She shrugged, still not sure herself. “I dropped Holly off with your uncle Thomas and then I came back here. Someone had broken in while I was gone, tossed stuff all over and left a lipstick-scrawled message on the bathroom mirror.”