Deadly Reunion (The Taci Andrews Deadly Series) by Amy Manemann Page B

might be pushing it a bit too far as I was pretty creeped out by the whole thing myself but it was the principal of it. Or something like that.
    Directing my attention back to the present I gazed out across the empty lot’s I’d ended up at. Frowning I dug the printed contracts out of my side pocket, sure I must have read the address wrong. Glancing at the paperwork I sighed, looking up again to view the lot’s in question. Why was Owens so interested in the sale of a few empty lots? From what I could see they weren’t anything that special, just lot’s full of field grass in every direction. The only thing it had going for it was when Rosehill was up and running it would have a pretty nice view.
    Turning on my heel I surveyed the Rosehill construction site from afar. The properties I stood on were off the highway, far enough away from Rosehill and the busy traffic that noise wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, the longer I stood there the more I realized if someone were going to build anything, these spots would be the perfect place for it. Not only did it have immediate access to the highway it was noise free plus had a pretty nice view depending on how you located a building.
    Something hovered in the back recesses of my mind but it was gone before I could pinpoint what it was. Frowning I chewed my lower lip, the nagging question that I’d been asking myself for the past twenty minutes running through my mind; why was Richard interested in these properties? Tucking the paperwork back into my purse I trudged slowly to my car, giving my surroundings one last look around. Guess I’d seen all I could here, time to move on to bigger and better things. Or see if I could get kicked off the construction site; that could be a good time too. Climbing in my car I turned it around and headed down the hill to Rosehill.
    Things were in full swing at the site with large machinery moving piles of dirt back and forth across the highway. I waited my turn in a line of cars for what seemed like an eternity before I could make the left turn into the construction zone. Large signs warning of trespassing loomed up at me, reminding me that I was in no man’s land, or rather no woman’s land. Better stick to the basics and seek out the main trailer first I thought, cranking the wheel hard right to head towards the Fox River Construction Company trailer. I remembered their name from the article in the paper when it’d first come out about the new construction. Guess we’d start with them.
    Easing to a stop in front of the trailer, I gathered my purse and left the car. Climbing the steps to the trailer door I raised my hand to knock, only to halt at the angry argument I heard through the door. The voices were hushed but even I could pick out the angry tones. A funny feeling in my stomach told me this was probably not a good time however the thought flew from my brain when the trailer door flew open and a man came barreling out. Jumping to the side to allow him to pass my gaze met his and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the piercing look in his cold grey eyes. Swallowing I turned back towards the open doorway and to the man standing inside it.
    “Hi, I’m Taci Andrews with the Riverdale Times. I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time,” I said with a beaming smile, holding out my hand. He was the man from Jason’s waiting room, I recognized him instantly. I could tell he recognized me too but he quickly hid his surprise behind a tentative smile.
    “A pleasure to meet you Miss Andrews, Tom Kincaid. Please, do come in. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asked politely, motioning for me to come inside. The door shut with a resounding bang and I jumped, nervously eyeing the man behind me.
    “Tricky door, it must get stuck a lot,” I said casually, masking my nervousness. I tried to make it a general rule never to allow myself to fall into a position of vulnerability; looks like I need a refresher course