he asked. “An obsessed fan?”
“I don’t know if I’d call them fans,” she remarked, almost modestly. “But I have people who send stuff to the station for me. Letters. Gifts.”
Of course she did. As beautiful as she was, she probably got marriage proposals and jewelry.
“But I wouldn’t call any of them obsessed,” she said. “And not a one of them would know that I’m in Northern Lakes right now.”
Unless they were already in Northern Lakes. Like the arsonist.
But she was right. They couldn’t call the police. They had no proof that anyone had been inside her house. No evidence that anyone was watching her. Only that feeling...
One they shared.
If there had been someone inside, they might come back. Dawson couldn’t leave knowing that Avery could be in danger. It would be against his nature.
“I’m staying here tonight,” he said.
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