seen him before.”
Tim looked in the direction of her stare. A big man with blond hair ambled along the sidewalk. He paused for a moment, long enough to sweep his gaze across the window of the ice-cream shop. His eyes rested on the two as they stared back at him. Something in the way he looked at Ivy pricked at Tim. “Who is he?”
Ivy slowly put her spoon down. “I don’t know, but he sat next to me at your basketball game last night. I’ve got a funny feeling.”
“What kind of funny feeling?”
“I wonder…Oh, I don’t know.”
“What?” he prodded.
“I wondered for a second if he was the guy who tried to take my purse.”
Tim got up and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to talk to him. No harm in that.”
“No, Tim. Don’t.”
Tim ignored her and headed out of the shop. By the time he made it to the sidewalk, the man had already hurried away. He tried not to let his concern show as he returned to the table.
Ivy toyed with her spoon. “Maybe I was mistaken. It was dark and I never saw the purse snatcher’s face.”
“Maybe.” An uneasy sensation took root in Tim’s gut. Maybe not.
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