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Hello, Nicole Stone s residence.
Carly? Nic asked in surprise.
Yeah, Nic, it s me, Carly responded.
Nic smiled. Wow, you sound as if you re my maid or some-
thing.
Carly giggled at the comment. Sorry. I didn t expect anyone
would be calling me.
Yeah, I can understand that, Nic said. I just wanted to check
in to see if you were making yourself at home. You are, aren t
you?
Yes, actually I am. A little too much probably, she thought.
Nic, are you sure that s the only reason you called? Carly sus-
pected that it wasn t.
Nic was starting to think Carly could see right through her.
Well, I did want to make sure you were all right. She didn t even
know exactly why. She just needed to know it.
Well, I am. So you can stop worrying.
Vendetta 49
Nic sat down in her chair. She watched two detectives enter
the room with a young man in tow, whose hands were cuffed
behind him. Who said I was worrying? Forget it, Nic, this woman
all ready has you pegged.
Oh, no one, Nic, absolutely no one. She couldn t help but
smile. But thanks anyway.
Nic felt herself starting to blush. She checked the time clock,
which hung on the wall next to the message board. No problem.
Listen I should be back by five-thirty or so.
Okay, I ll start dinner in around ten minutes. Nic?
Nic detected a change in her friend s tone. Yes?
Drive safely, okay?
You bet. Bye. Nic placed the receiver in the cradle then
motioned for Sanders and Mahoney to come over.
CARLY HUNG UP the phone. She had just emerged from the
shower when she heard it ringing. Luckily there was a phone in her
room, or she never would have found one in time to answer it.
While in the shower, she had decided a fire might be nice, espe-
cially since the night was getting chilly. Changing into a fresh pair
of jeans and a red sweatshirt with a National Geographic emblem
on the front, she proceeded downstairs.
The family room, which was at the front of the house, was
quite large. The walls were light beige and a deep burgundy; thick
pile carpet covered the floor. A stone fireplace occupied part of the
outside wall. A fully equipped entertainment center was on the
adjacent wall. It housed a Sony home theater system, complete with
DVD player. Small speakers with the word Klipch on them were
positioned about the room. She turned the stereo on, filling the
room with the sounds of soft jazz. Clearly the speakers were posi-
tioned for optimum acoustics, because the sound was amazing. A
stack of wood, held on a black iron grate, was next to the fireplace.
Some kindling was inside a box next to the wood. She placed some
of the kindling under the grate that would hold the logs. After plac-
ing three good-sized logs onto the grate, she struck one of the long
matches that were on the mantle and lit the kindling. Flickers of
sparks turned into flames. The dry wood caught easily, and within
a few seconds, she had a nice fire going. She smiled, pleased with
her accomplishment. She took a minute to look at the photographs
that lined the mantle. In the center was an 8 x 10 photo, which
Carly guessed were Nic s parents. The man was tall, with dark hair
like Nic s and some graying at the temples. He was standing behind
a seated woman, who had wavy, auburn hair, high cheekbones, and
a slender nose. They were a handsome couple and certainly looked
50 D. L. Pawlowski
happy. Carly wondered where they were now.
Back in the kitchen, she removed the pork chops and potatoes
from the refrigerator. She went out to the deck and started the grill
then returned with the grates to coat them with some cooking spray
to avoid sticking. Finding the spice rack tucked inside one of the
overhead cabinets, she gingerly applied some onion powder, a dash
of garlic, and some meat tenderizer to the chops. She pierced the
potatoes with a fork several times before placing them in the micro-
wave. Punching eight minutes on the keypad, she hit start and then
returned to the deck to place the chops on the grill. Dusk was set-
tling and the night air was getting crisp. Carly was glad she had
put a sweatshirt on. Returning to the kitchen, she set the carrots on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Hello, Nicole Stone s residence.
Carly? Nic asked in surprise.
Yeah, Nic, it s me, Carly responded.
Nic smiled. Wow, you sound as if you re my maid or some-
thing.
Carly giggled at the comment. Sorry. I didn t expect anyone
would be calling me.
Yeah, I can understand that, Nic said. I just wanted to check
in to see if you were making yourself at home. You are, aren t
you?
Yes, actually I am. A little too much probably, she thought.
Nic, are you sure that s the only reason you called? Carly sus-
pected that it wasn t.
Nic was starting to think Carly could see right through her.
Well, I did want to make sure you were all right. She didn t even
know exactly why. She just needed to know it.
Well, I am. So you can stop worrying.
Vendetta 49
Nic sat down in her chair. She watched two detectives enter
the room with a young man in tow, whose hands were cuffed
behind him. Who said I was worrying? Forget it, Nic, this woman
all ready has you pegged.
Oh, no one, Nic, absolutely no one. She couldn t help but
smile. But thanks anyway.
Nic felt herself starting to blush. She checked the time clock,
which hung on the wall next to the message board. No problem.
Listen I should be back by five-thirty or so.
Okay, I ll start dinner in around ten minutes. Nic?
Nic detected a change in her friend s tone. Yes?
Drive safely, okay?
You bet. Bye. Nic placed the receiver in the cradle then
motioned for Sanders and Mahoney to come over.
CARLY HUNG UP the phone. She had just emerged from the
shower when she heard it ringing. Luckily there was a phone in her
room, or she never would have found one in time to answer it.
While in the shower, she had decided a fire might be nice, espe-
cially since the night was getting chilly. Changing into a fresh pair
of jeans and a red sweatshirt with a National Geographic emblem
on the front, she proceeded downstairs.
The family room, which was at the front of the house, was
quite large. The walls were light beige and a deep burgundy; thick
pile carpet covered the floor. A stone fireplace occupied part of the
outside wall. A fully equipped entertainment center was on the
adjacent wall. It housed a Sony home theater system, complete with
DVD player. Small speakers with the word Klipch on them were
positioned about the room. She turned the stereo on, filling the
room with the sounds of soft jazz. Clearly the speakers were posi-
tioned for optimum acoustics, because the sound was amazing. A
stack of wood, held on a black iron grate, was next to the fireplace.
Some kindling was inside a box next to the wood. She placed some
of the kindling under the grate that would hold the logs. After plac-
ing three good-sized logs onto the grate, she struck one of the long
matches that were on the mantle and lit the kindling. Flickers of
sparks turned into flames. The dry wood caught easily, and within
a few seconds, she had a nice fire going. She smiled, pleased with
her accomplishment. She took a minute to look at the photographs
that lined the mantle. In the center was an 8 x 10 photo, which
Carly guessed were Nic s parents. The man was tall, with dark hair
like Nic s and some graying at the temples. He was standing behind
a seated woman, who had wavy, auburn hair, high cheekbones, and
a slender nose. They were a handsome couple and certainly looked
50 D. L. Pawlowski
happy. Carly wondered where they were now.
Back in the kitchen, she removed the pork chops and potatoes
from the refrigerator. She went out to the deck and started the grill
then returned with the grates to coat them with some cooking spray
to avoid sticking. Finding the spice rack tucked inside one of the
overhead cabinets, she gingerly applied some onion powder, a dash
of garlic, and some meat tenderizer to the chops. She pierced the
potatoes with a fork several times before placing them in the micro-
wave. Punching eight minutes on the keypad, she hit start and then
returned to the deck to place the chops on the grill. Dusk was set-
tling and the night air was getting crisp. Carly was glad she had
put a sweatshirt on. Returning to the kitchen, she set the carrots on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]