I pulled a card out of my pocket and handed it to him. “If you do notice anything, please give me a call. I’m in charge of her security now and someone really is trying to hurt her.”
I’d turned to walk away when Larry grabbed my arm. “Is she going to be all right?”
“Whoever is doing this will have to get through me to get to her. No one is going to hurt Petunia, not if I can help it.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help…”
“Thanks. If I need to ask you anything else, I’ll find you.”
“Lady, I’ll be around. If I’m not working here, I’m at the school, but something tells me you already know that.”
“You’d be right.”
****
I returned to my house and was standing in front of the computer monitors, reading up on the man that Dexter had sent to prison. Paul Kilnery’s arrest record and police file showed the progression from a troubled youth into a man. Paul’s arrest picture looked rough. He had a black eye and a busted lip. His dark scraggly hair hung down over one of his eyes. His scruffy face needed a shave. This guy screamed “I’m guilty.” But I never judged a book by its cover. If Kilnery wasn’t involved, then I was back to square one.
“Gwen, it’s just me. Don’t shoot,” Faith yelled before knocking on my door and just walking in. She slapped my keys in my palm and grabbed hers off the counter. “I didn’t even get out of town before they stopped me.”
Fillpot was better than I gave him credit for.
Faith pointed at the computer screens. “Is that your suspect?”
“He’s a guy the fiancé put away. He’s a member of Hells Bat motorcycle club and just got released from prison for robbery and attempted murder.”
“It’s not him,” Faith said as she headed toward the door.
“How can you be so sure? He checks all the right boxes.”
Faith grinned. “Let me know when you need us to help. Cassie can always scry for the stalker if given something of his to work with, like one of those letters or I can talk to some spirits.”
“You underestimate my ability to find the perpetrator.”
Faith chuckled. “I’m offering you some sisterly help, but it’s going to cost you if you take me up on the offer.”
“What’s it going to cost?” I asked.
“We’ll discuss it later,” she said and shut the door behind her. Within the next two minutes, her truck backfired letting me know she was actually on her way out.
FDG had the best of the best for anything and everything that I could need. I wouldn’t be relying on ghosts or spirits and spiritual guides to give me the answers. I didn’t work that way. Not that I didn’t believe my sisters were talented; I knew first-hand they were. But with something as delicate as Petunia and Amelia’s lives, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
I grabbed my gun and stashed it in my ankle holster. Pulling up Kilnery’s address, I walked out the door and slid into my car and drove across town.
I pulled up across the street from Kilnery’s sister house and cursed beneath my breath. Max’s BMW idled across the street.
