and leaving John with his jaw hanging, she executed another about-face and headed toward her house. She was tired. Beat, actually. So exhausted it was all she could do to put one foot in front of the other. Not even the adrenaline sputter from the confrontation with Robinson did much to help her energy level.
Once she reached her home, she slipped the key in the lock, opened the door, and stepped inside.
Peace washed over her as she shut the door behind her. She drew in a deep breath and let the atmosphere calm her. Heidi loved her home. It may look boring and ordinary from the outside, but the inside was all her.
Blues and tans, with a splash of orange here and there, her home allowed her to breathe and cast off the worries of the day.
Except she couldn’t stop thinking about Bobby and wondering if he had known the man who’d run from the training center only moments before it had exploded. Or was Bobby just an innocent caught up in a dangerous incident?
A knock on the door sent her temper spiraling.
She yanked it open. “I told you—” She snapped her mouth shut when she saw Nick standing there with Annie at his side. “Oh. I thought you were someone else.”
“Robinson?”
“What makes you think that?”
A corner of his mouth tilted up. “Sarcasm looks cute on you.”
This time it was her jaw that hung.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
She closed her mouth. “Of course.” Stepping back, she let them enter, then shut the door. “Den is to your left.”
“Thanks. Your place is similar to mine. Smaller, of course.” Base housing for those who didn’t live with family members was small. Hers was a one-bedroom residence, but at least she didn’t have to do the dorm-style living other airmen were stuck with. “But it sure is nicer than mine. It’s...calm and soothing. I like it.”
“Thanks. That’s what I was going for when I picked out the colors. The days around here can be so long and hectic that I wanted something that reminded me of the ocean. Peace and calm.”
He settled on her tan couch and Annie curled up at his feet. “Are you all right?”
“I’m—” She stopped. “I was going to say ‘I’m fine,’ but I’m not sure that’s true. I’m actually stressed and annoyed beyond everything with John Robinson. That man pushes me to the very edge.” She shot him a look through her lashes. “Just in case you didn’t pick up on that.”
“I think I might have.”
“Thank you, by the way, for keeping me from slugging him. I don’t think I would have, even as much as I wanted to, but I can’t say for sure that I would have walked away had you not been there.”
“I don’t think anyone would have blamed you, but yeah. You’re welcome.”
“I’ll also admit I’m shaken from the explosion and the possibility of being shot, but mostly, I’m extremely tired of everyone thinking I’m the anonymous blogger.” She let the last word out on a huff and sank into the recliner opposite the couch. At his startled expression, she wished she could retract the words, but it was too late now.
“And you’re not? The anonymous blogger, I mean?”
She didn’t have the energy to do more than scowl at him. “No, I’m not. I wouldn’t do that. And besides, I don’t even have the facts that are being reported in the blog. Every time I read it, I learn something new.” She laughed. “That blogger is someone who has access to information I only wish I did.”
His eyes searched hers and he gave a slow nod. “I think I believe you.”
She wilted. “Really? You think?”
“Yes.”
“Well...thanks. I think.” She sighed. “If you believe me, do you have any thoughts on who it could be?”
“No.”
“Not that you would tell me, anyway, right?”
He raised a brow. “I knew Boyd from basic training, but I didn’t have much contact with him. I don’t know who he hung out with other than what we’ve managed to dig up during the investigation—and, of course, the victims.”
“That’s probably a good thing. Not knowing him too well, I mean. You don’t want to be on his radar.”
“No kidding. So...” He cleared his throat. “Now that we’re away from all the craziness, would you tell me one more time what you saw tonight?”
Gathering her strength, she nodded. “I can tell you, but you can also listen to it.”
“What do you mean?”
“My voice-activated recorder picked up most everything. I mean, the guy who ran out of the training center didn’t say anything, but—” She stood. “Hold on and let me get my laptop. I’ll start transcribing while you listen.”
“You recorded it?”
“Not on purpose. I was walking and talking into it when I spotted the trainer coming out of the building. And then the explosion...” She waved a hand. “Just listen.”
She brought up a blank document on her laptop, then hit the play button on the recorder. He listened while she typed as fast as her fingers could fly. If she missed something, she could always go back and fix it.
When the sound of the explosion came through, Nick flinched and rubbed a hand over his chin. He listened to her comfort Bobby. The screams of the sirens. He listened to it all. When it ended, he hit the stop button.
Since there wasn’t a whole lot of conversation, Heidi was able to get the whole thing transcribed in one listen. She’d go back and add in her memories and perceptions later for the article. For now, she’d just lived through one of the scariest nights she’d ever experienced, and she was on the edge emotionally.
To put it simply, she wanted Nick to leave so she could crawl into her bed and hibernate until morning. And maybe cry a little. But instead of sending him on his way, she fell silent, not exactly sure that she really wanted to be alone after all. A knock sounded on the door. “Excuse me.”
She rose, and he followed her. At her raised eyebrow, he frowned. “Can’t be too careful.”
Heidi peered out the side window. “Who is it?” she called out.
“Carl Trees. I’m the sketch artist,” the man on the porch stated.
“I know him,” Nick said. “He’s legit.”
Heidi opened the door. “Hi. Come on in.” The two men greeted one another, and Heidi led them to the kitchen. “Have a seat at the table. Would you like some coffee or a bottle of water?”
“No, thanks. I’m sure you’re tired and ready for this day to be over with.”
Carl
