Right.
Why didn’t Matthieu believe him?
“Matthieu!” Betsy walked up to wrap her arm around his and smile up at him. “Come and sit with us. We want to tell you about this friend of Tabby’s.”
Great. The matchmaking had begun. He shot a look at Ink who had turned away.
Oh, he was going to owe him big for this.
Matthieu had a long memory and he would not forget.
5
Maya woke up as Dougie started barking.
She sat up in bed and then heard a car take off.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Getting up, she put on her worn bathrobe and rushed out of the bedroom. Dougie was at the door, scratching against it. Gummy was standing with him, adding her own high-pitched barks.
“Shh,” she said to them both. “Hush, Dougie, Gummy, or we’ll wake up all the neighbors.”
Not that they ever cared about waking her up at all hours of the night. But she definitely didn’t want to give them any reason to come over here.
They weren’t the sort of people that you invited over for a Sunday barbeque.
She grabbed the baseball bat by the back door and a flashlight and rushed outside, shutting the door behind her.
She headed out toward the garage, peering around.
Maybe Dougie and Gummy had been barking about nothing. Everything seemed okay.
Ouch.
She winced as she stood on something sharp. She should have put some shoes on first.
Then she turned and stared, astounded.
That fucking bastard.
In spray paint across the garage door were the words: Frigid Bitch.
Was he psycho? What did he think to gain?
Seriously.
He was a cop and he thought it was a good idea to go around defacing property? And what was he? Fifteen? This was ridiculous.
Anger filled her.
And then it faded as she realized that Vince had been at her place. That he’d come here to be vindictive.
What if he’d hurt the girls?
She had to do something about this, but she had no idea what. Maya turned on her outside lights. Only one actually worked. Then she checked that every window and door was locked.
Lastly, she made a pot of coffee and sat with her bat and phone on the sofa.
