waved at Mrs. Johnson as she picked up Trevor after his piano lesson. Going back inside the house, she closed the door and released a deep sigh. Her dog sat on the floor, his eyes tracking every move she made. “Mercy, Bates. That was a long hour. That child is a terror. As much as I’d love to have a houseful of children, I think I might pass if I thought I’d get one like Trevor.”
Bates canted his head to the side and Abby chuckled. “I know. We take what God grants us, and we’re to be happy about it, but I’m still going to say a prayer for Mrs. Johnson. She’s been blessed with such a...unique child.”
Abby glanced around the foyer. She rubbed both arms as the previous night flashed through her mind. She still couldn’t believe whoever was after her in North Carolina had followed her to Texas. She hadn’t tried to hide or cover her tracks. She and Grammy had hoped it was someone local to North Carolina and the move would get rid of the problem. The worst part of the situation was that Abby couldn’t think of a soul who would do something like this to her.
The police in North Carolina had interviewed everyone she knew and come up empty. The entire thing was scary and frustrating. She headed into the kitchen and gave Deputy Cooper a curt nod. He had a pained expression on his face as he took a sip of coffee, no doubt from Trevor’s less-than-sterling piano skills, but she didn’t feel sorry for him. He had opted to sit out the piano lesson in the relative safety of the kitchen after Noah fled the scene and left his deputy to babysit. The repairman had come, fixed the glass pane and left. She didn’t understand why Cooper was still there. As she had learned in North Carolina, the police didn’t offer personal bodyguard protection for a mere break-in.
Cooper stuck his nose back into the newspaper in his hands, and she picked up the landline to call her grandmother. She needed to hear a familiar voice.
“Hello.”
“Grammy? It’s Abby.”
“Girl, I’ve been worried sick. It’s about time you called.”
Abby closed her eyes as her grandmother’s loving voice washed over her. “Sheriff Galloway left his deputy here with me and I had a piano lesson, but everything’s fine.” The handset was wireless and she stepped into the foyer, lowering her voice. “Grammy, you’re not going to believe this. Sheriff Galloway is the FBI agent who saved the life of New York’s mayor.”
Silence.
“Grammy?”
“I remember reading about him in the newspaper. It was a big deal back then. He cut the head off the mafia beast in New York. They still bring it up in the news periodically. Everyone claims he’s an ace investigator, that he never gives up or backs down until he has his man. Wonder how he ended up becoming the sheriff in Blessing?”
Uneasiness scaled down Abby’s spine. Grammy made an effort to sound normal, but Abby sensed that something was amiss.
“Grammy, is something wrong? Is everything okay?”
A nervous chuckle filled her ear.
“Of course it is.”
Maybe Abby was imagining things. “Well, if anything happens, call me immediately.”
“Same with you, sweetie. I better go now. The bridge group is meeting for lunch.”
“Okay. And, Grammy?”
“Yes?”
“As soon as this is over, we’re moving you to Blessing. My house is large enough for both of us.” Her grandmother was fast approaching her mideighties, and Abby had been trying to encourage her to move in with her for several years now. Her grandmother always insisted she needed her own space, but Abby knew the older woman was secretly hoping Abby would start dating and eventually get married and have a house filled with her own family.
“I’m coming to Blessing, but we’ll talk about whether I’m moving in with you later.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
* * *
Feeling better after a shower and change of clothes, and after lining up Grandfather Houston to take care of Dylan in case he was tied up for a few days, Noah knocked on Ms. Mayfield’s front door. A warning bark echoed through the house and Noah felt better knowing she had the dog.
But not better enough to leave her alone in the house. He couldn’t justify spending city money on personal protection, so he’d called the mayor and taken a week’s vacation. Hopefully, Cooper could handle anything that came up at the station.
He didn’t examine his motives too closely. Ms. Mayfield was a resident in his jurisdiction and he would do everything in his power to protect her. At least, that’s what he told himself.
He grinned when Cooper opened the door with his hand on his holster.
His deputy blew out a deep breath. “I sure am glad to see you, Sheriff.”
“Piano lesson that bad, was it?”
His deputy rolled his eyes. “Ms. Mayfield must have a ton of patience.”
Itching to get to work, he waved Cooper out the door, onto the front porch. “Listen, I put in for a week’s vacation so I can work on Ms. Mayfield’s problem. There’s more here than a mere break-in. Her life may be in jeopardy. I’m putting you in charge at the station.”
Cooper’s eyes widened and his chest puffed out. “I won’t let you down, sir.”
Noah almost chuckled at the eagerness in his deputy’s eyes. “I know you’ll do your best. Just call me on my cell if something comes up that you can’t handle.”
Cooper swallowed hard. “Sheriff, I know you think I’m a country bumpkin, and I also know the only reason I got this job is because my daddy is the mayor, but I’m proud to be working alongside someone with your experience. I’ve already learned a lot from you.”
Noah nodded at the gangly twenty-three-year-old staring at him with an earnest expression on his face. “You’ve come a long way.”
Time to get down to business. “You find any prints while dusting?”
Cooper shook his head. “I took Abby’s prints for matching, and called in a favor to get the prints run quickly. I ruled out all the smaller prints that would belong to her students—who are all kids—and I didn’t find anything else. The intruder must have worn gloves.”
The information didn’t surprise Noah. From the beginning this case hadn’t felt like a routine B and E. “Okay, head back to the station and call if you need me.”
“Yes, sir,” Cooper said with a big grin on his face.
Noah took a deep breath and opened the door. He had a strong feeling Ms. Mayfield wasn’t going to be happy with him dogging her every step.
Abby was irritated with Sheriff Galloway for camping out in her
