Page 90 of Secrets in the Dark
She had to tell Mason and the others after one more stop. It might mean nothing.
It might mean everything.
She carefully studied the walls in the little room, but again, as in the pub, she couldn’t see where a break might exist.
It was time to check out the clothing shop.
She thanked the girl and assured her that if they needed help in the future, they would go through Mr. MacFarland, the manager.
“I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable position,” Della said.
“It’s okay, really.” She smiled. “I’m Liz, by the way, and I understand what you’re trying to do and I greatly appreciate all your efforts—this man is terrifying! But why can’t the police get him, stop him?”
“Because he’s disappearing somehow, and the where and the how are what we need to know,” Della said. “And we truly appreciate all the help we can get.”
“Of course!” Liz was energetically sincere and Della thanked her again.
“Wait!” Liz said as Della turned away.
Della hesitated, hopeful that Liz might have thought of something she might have seen that could be helpful.
“Would you like some candy?” Liz asked. “We always have samples!”
“Um, thank you so much. Not right now. But maybe I’ll be back with a few of my partners—and we’ll all have a sample. Everything looks great!” Della said.
She managed to escape out to the street.
One left.
The clothing store.
And if there was a little paneled supply room at the back of the cellar there, lining up with those in the candy shop and the pub...
Was it enough to warrant them going in to knock down walls?
She wasn’t sure at all.
But she was convinced that Jesse Miller had been watching them at the house—and not from afar. He had been within a hundred yards of them, night after night.
And, yes.
There had to be a way to discover just how.
It was remarkable, the way he could see them so frequently.
And irritating, of course, when they went in different directions and he didn’t know where they were going or what they were doing.
But they wouldn’t find him. Because no one could find him. No one had ever been privy to the information he’d discovered.
Information so very fitting.
That day, he had managed to watch. He had seen them go into the pub. Close, oh, so close, and yet so far away!
And he had seen whensheand Tall Mister Macho Agent had driven away in a patrol car. Were they always stuck together like glue? So, so annoying.
But it didn’t matter; his plan was surely foolproof. They relied so heavily on technology, and one little clip of a wire could change all that. And yet, did he even care if he was on camera? Because he was ever-changing, ever-evolving, as only a criminal who could disappear into history could be.
He was yawning, about to give it all up, when he saw her.
