Page 6 of Protected By Duval
She’d seen the inside of a number of therapists offices because of what some called suicidal ideology.
It hadn’t taken long for even those therapists to realize that she just like bones.
Well, skulls.
She liked skulls the most.
So here she was surrounded by them.
Skulls atop fully ‘formed’ bodies.
It was what most would consider odd.
But for her?
It was heaven.
She heard footsteps behind her, but that wasn’t unheard of in the museum. People came and went in places like this. And it’s wasn’t her private property.
She just kept looking at the room around her.
Breathing all of it in.
The footsteps stopped and a moment later she heard a deep, rich voice speak near her ear.
“Are you Miss Garcia?”
Blinking, she turned her head and stared.
The man was a Texas Ranger.
She could tell that at a glance.
Tall, broad in the shoulders, with that distinctive uniform that gave him a kind of rugged and capable look.
She nodded slowly. “I am ‘a’ Miss Garcia.”
He lifted a brow at her answer.
And my goodness, it was an impressive look.
He probably didn’t like what she’d said but he didn’t frown.
Interesting.
“Noelle Garcia?”
She smiled.
He seemed to be humoring her.
“Yes,” she didn’t want to push her luck. He did carry handcuffs. “I’m Noelle Garcia.”
“Good. I went to your house to talk to you and your mother said you would probably be here.” He turned his head in one direction and then in another.
She wondered if he was seeing what she did in the room.
She shook her head internally.
