husbandâs laptop. Do you have it over at the station?â She held her breath, hoping the answer would be yes.
âIâve got the evidence list right here.â Her uncle paused while he went through the list. âNope, sorry, no laptop. We have his cell, though. Could that be what she meant?â
A writer didnât go to a retreat without a laptop. Cat mused about the last time sheâd seen Tom: on the walk to the library. With his tote bag over his shoulder. Of course, that didnât mean there was anything in the tote. But Rose talked to him that day; she would know what he was writing on.
âCat, are you really all right? Iâm beginning to worry about you.â Her uncleâs words broke through her wandering thoughts.
She forced a small laugh. âMy blood sugar must be low. Iâve got things to get done this morning for the retreat group, so I better get cracking.â
âIf you need me . . .â He let the statement go unfinished and disconnected the call.
Cat set the cell on the table and grabbed a piece of the sweet zucchini bread. She ate everything on the plate, except for the sliced kiwi Shauna had put on the tray. She was always trying to get Cat to try something new, but sheâd already told her friend that she didnât like kiwi. Shauna just didnât believe her. She finished off her coffee and stared into the cup. Maybe too much caffeine had her jittery. Whatever it was, there was one thing that was certain. The call had not come from the dark beyond. She pressed her hands on the desk to try to stop the shaking. Whoever was messing with her, they were doing a pretty great job of scaring the crap out of her.
Chapter 9
When the question-and-answer session started, the four remaining retreat attendees were sitting in the living room. Sara was on her phone, texting. Rose and Daisy were busy scribbling in spiral notebooks. And Billy had his laptop on his lap, his fingers flying over the keyboard.
âGood morning.â Cat smiled at the group. âI hope you all slept well and enjoyed breakfast this morning.â She paused, looking at the four, and sighed. âThis was where I planned on asking you how the experience had been so far, but Iâm kind of afraid of your answers.â
Billy looked up from his laptop. âI assume you think weâll say bad things since Tom Cook bit the big one here?â He looked around at the group. âI donât know about the rest of you, but Iâm getting way more done on this manuscript than I had expected. Itâs funny, I assumed retreats were just for the rich playing at writing. But itâs actually been helpful to be away from my normal life.â
Cat smiled, but didnât add she wondered what the guyâs normal life was like if a dead body in the next room didnât cause him any stress or writerâs block. She turned to the sisters, âWhat about you two? How has the week so far been?â
âYou know Iâm terribly disappointed in the way things turned out with Mr. Cook.â Rose shrugged. âBut with his wife here, I realized my fantasies were mostly pipe dreams anyway.â
âMostly? How about totally? You didnât have a chance with the guy mostly because youâre so much older than he was.â Daisy patted her sisterâs hand and looked up at Cat. âSometimes reality therapy is the best idea. Anyway, Iâve written almost ten thousand words in the last three days. Iâm so excited. It took me three months to get that much done at home.â
âIâm glad the separation from your normal life is working for you.â Cat looked toward Sara who must have felt everyoneâs attention and shoved the phone into her bag.
âWhat?â Her question made it clear she hadnât been paying attention.
Something about the girl felt off, but Cat couldnât pinpoint it. After Tomâs death, Cat had gone back and
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