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that she’d learned in her self-defense classes in college.
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“Really?” Sam seemed so pleased to hear that Kelcie had been thinking about him in a positive manner. “I’ve thought about you constantly too. It’s hard to even get any work done,” he confessed, looking sheepish.
“I know what you mean,” Kelcie continued to lie through her teeth for her own safety. “I can’t tell you how many pies I’ve ruined because I picked up the salt instead of the sugar,” she smiled bravely, her face aching with the effort.
“I have a confession to make,” he said, looking enraptured with her.
“Oh?” she said, bile rising in the back of her throat.
“That night when you and your friend were walking home, and that disgusting neighbor guy stopped you…I almost…” he trailed off, grinding his teeth and shaking his head.
“You were there?” she acted happily surprised.
“Of course I was there,” he said, sounding as though he was bragging. “I’ve watched your every move for weeks,” he boasted with a grin that sickened her. “So, when I saw that sick creep talking to you, I seriously thought about taking him out next,” he nodded, his mouth working.
“Taking him out?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Absolutely. He’d be so easy to eliminate that it wouldn’t even pose a challenge. I can still do it if you’d like. Did he bother you again?” his eyes flashed with psychotic fury.
“Uh…no, I haven’t seen him since the last time,” Kelcie replied, finding it more difficult by the moment to maintain her composure.
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked, having apparently slipped into a world where they were a happy couple with pet names for each other.
“I’m just a little tired,” she yawned to cover her revulsion.
“Hey kids!” Tiara stepped out of the shadow of a bank of ornamental grasses, surprising them. Kelcie saw Sam’s jaw tighten and feared for her friend’s safety.
“Tiara! What are you doing out and about tonight?” she asked, trying to signal danger without alerting Sam to the fact that she was on to him.
“It’s a perfect night for a walk on the beach, don’t you think?” Tiara said brightly enough to let Kelcie know that she understood what was happening.
“Yeah, we just came back from one,” Sam said nervously, his lack of smile indicating that his state of mind had shifted significantly.
Tiara sized him up, locating pressure points, assessing strength and figuring out which technique would be most effective for bringing the tall, wiry young man down.
“How are you feeling Kels?” she asked, genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t think that you’d be up for a walk after what you’ve been through, with the attack and the stalker and Cam’s murder and everything,” she intentionally tried to provoke the killer in front of her.
“She’s tired, we’re going to head out,” Sam answered before Kelcie could open her mouth.
“I don’t think so, nerd-boy,” Tiara replied, stepping forward as menacingly as she could.
“What do you…” the killer started speaking through his teeth and cut off his sentence abruptly when pools of red and blue from the lights of several police cruisers washed over them. Detective Cortland sprinted down the beach toward them and Sam turned to run.
“Not on my watch,” Tiara yelled fiercely, taking a running dive at the killer and tackling him to the ground. By the time the detective reached her, she had the stalker pinned, his face in the sand, with his arms behind his back, and was fighting the intense urge to pound him repeatedly into the beach.
“Great work,” Bernard complimented her. “We’ll take it from here,” he said, recognizing the fire in her eyes. He motioned to two uniformed officers who came forward and secured the prisoner so that Tiara could get up off of his back. Though tempted to kick sand in the psycho’s face, she took the high road and resisted the impulse. Her mother was holding a
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“Really?” Sam seemed so pleased to hear that Kelcie had been thinking about him in a positive manner. “I’ve thought about you constantly too. It’s hard to even get any work done,” he confessed, looking sheepish.
“I know what you mean,” Kelcie continued to lie through her teeth for her own safety. “I can’t tell you how many pies I’ve ruined because I picked up the salt instead of the sugar,” she smiled bravely, her face aching with the effort.
“I have a confession to make,” he said, looking enraptured with her.
“Oh?” she said, bile rising in the back of her throat.
“That night when you and your friend were walking home, and that disgusting neighbor guy stopped you…I almost…” he trailed off, grinding his teeth and shaking his head.
“You were there?” she acted happily surprised.
“Of course I was there,” he said, sounding as though he was bragging. “I’ve watched your every move for weeks,” he boasted with a grin that sickened her. “So, when I saw that sick creep talking to you, I seriously thought about taking him out next,” he nodded, his mouth working.
“Taking him out?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Absolutely. He’d be so easy to eliminate that it wouldn’t even pose a challenge. I can still do it if you’d like. Did he bother you again?” his eyes flashed with psychotic fury.
“Uh…no, I haven’t seen him since the last time,” Kelcie replied, finding it more difficult by the moment to maintain her composure.
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked, having apparently slipped into a world where they were a happy couple with pet names for each other.
“I’m just a little tired,” she yawned to cover her revulsion.
“Hey kids!” Tiara stepped out of the shadow of a bank of ornamental grasses, surprising them. Kelcie saw Sam’s jaw tighten and feared for her friend’s safety.
“Tiara! What are you doing out and about tonight?” she asked, trying to signal danger without alerting Sam to the fact that she was on to him.
“It’s a perfect night for a walk on the beach, don’t you think?” Tiara said brightly enough to let Kelcie know that she understood what was happening.
“Yeah, we just came back from one,” Sam said nervously, his lack of smile indicating that his state of mind had shifted significantly.
Tiara sized him up, locating pressure points, assessing strength and figuring out which technique would be most effective for bringing the tall, wiry young man down.
“How are you feeling Kels?” she asked, genuinely concerned. “I wouldn’t think that you’d be up for a walk after what you’ve been through, with the attack and the stalker and Cam’s murder and everything,” she intentionally tried to provoke the killer in front of her.
“She’s tired, we’re going to head out,” Sam answered before Kelcie could open her mouth.
“I don’t think so, nerd-boy,” Tiara replied, stepping forward as menacingly as she could.
“What do you…” the killer started speaking through his teeth and cut off his sentence abruptly when pools of red and blue from the lights of several police cruisers washed over them. Detective Cortland sprinted down the beach toward them and Sam turned to run.
“Not on my watch,” Tiara yelled fiercely, taking a running dive at the killer and tackling him to the ground. By the time the detective reached her, she had the stalker pinned, his face in the sand, with his arms behind his back, and was fighting the intense urge to pound him repeatedly into the beach.
“Great work,” Bernard complimented her. “We’ll take it from here,” he said, recognizing the fire in her eyes. He motioned to two uniformed officers who came forward and secured the prisoner so that Tiara could get up off of his back. Though tempted to kick sand in the psycho’s face, she took the high road and resisted the impulse. Her mother was holding a
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