Sweet Heat Rising (Thoroughbred Men Series) by Ginny Sterling Page B
Authors: Ginny Sterling
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a bit blinding and cast shadows all over the front of her small place.
Matt spoke with the police, gave the address and hung up the phone. His face was grim. He did not like the fact that this was too much, too coincidental with her problems at the bakery and the tires. He had a pretty good suspicion of a couple of people that could be blamed, just had nothing to prove it.
He was not a detective or a police officer, but it was not rocket science to put two and two together. “Sarah, honey, your door is cracked open and I think that spot on the lawn is clothing. I am not sure if it’s yours or not but your front door is definitely open right now,” he said quietly. His mind racing as they waited for the police to arrive.
Sarah was stunned. “Oh my God,” she said breathlessly. “Can we leave or pull down the road? I’m scared, Matt.” She felt herself slide down in the seat a bit, as if to hide. Did she need to put in a restraining order against Josh again? She had not heard from him in years and thought for sure things had moved on for both of them. She was terrified and felt herself shaking.
Matt started the car, pulled down the street, turned the car around so he could watch the condo and shut the car off again. He unbuckled and scooted closer to Sarah, who mimicked him. She unbuckled and met him in the middle. He felt her tremor of fear and wanted to save his princess.
Sarah could feel herself losing control and felt such despair. “I just cannot believe this! My store, my car, and now my house?” she said shakily and started to cry. She felt like such a baby crying again but this was simply too much!
Matt held her gently until the police arrived. He exited the car with his hands clear where they could be seen as the police headed up to the small unit. They searched her house and came back out, took photos and walked over to the car where Sarah sat in the car, doors locked.
Matt rapped on the glass, opened the door and held out his hand to Sarah, as the officer asked her to step out of the car. “Ma’am, we are going to need some information from you and need you to walk through the house to see if anything is missing,” Sarah nodded silently, as she fought back tears.
As she walked up towards the condo, she saw the detective picking up the pink item that was in the yard. “Oh my gosh, how humiliating!” Sarah whispered. The detective was picking up her panties out of the grass of her condo. Why were they in the yard? She continued up to the door slowly, without a word and dreading each step. Her little place she worked so long and hard for!
She pushed open the front door and gasped. Her things were thrown everywhere! Clothing was strewn, her couch had massive rips in it and the cotton batting was sticking out. Plants knocked over and dirt on the floor, the back glass doorway was shattered, the shower was running in her bathroom and her bed had been slashed. The drawers of her dresser had been emptied everywhere. Her feather pillow had been shredded and down was still floating in the air. This had not happened long ago, she was lucky she was not home!
Sarah gagged heavily and clutched at her stomach. Who would do this to her? Why would they do this to her? Was it Josh? Could he be back in town? Was he still angry with her? She had so many unanswered questions.
Matt put a comforting arm on her shoulder and turned her towards him, embracing her. “Ma’am, do you know who did this? Do you see anything missing? Do you have someplace to stay so we can investigate?”
Sarah was devastated. “I don't know” she replied. “Who would do this to me? I thought maybe I once knew someone who could have done this, but it’s been years…” she said, her voice breaking. She was crushed at the amount of destruction and debris littering the floor of her home. She told the officers everything. The divorce, the attack on the pier, including her restraining order she had on him years ago.
Matt broke the
Matt spoke with the police, gave the address and hung up the phone. His face was grim. He did not like the fact that this was too much, too coincidental with her problems at the bakery and the tires. He had a pretty good suspicion of a couple of people that could be blamed, just had nothing to prove it.
He was not a detective or a police officer, but it was not rocket science to put two and two together. “Sarah, honey, your door is cracked open and I think that spot on the lawn is clothing. I am not sure if it’s yours or not but your front door is definitely open right now,” he said quietly. His mind racing as they waited for the police to arrive.
Sarah was stunned. “Oh my God,” she said breathlessly. “Can we leave or pull down the road? I’m scared, Matt.” She felt herself slide down in the seat a bit, as if to hide. Did she need to put in a restraining order against Josh again? She had not heard from him in years and thought for sure things had moved on for both of them. She was terrified and felt herself shaking.
Matt started the car, pulled down the street, turned the car around so he could watch the condo and shut the car off again. He unbuckled and scooted closer to Sarah, who mimicked him. She unbuckled and met him in the middle. He felt her tremor of fear and wanted to save his princess.
Sarah could feel herself losing control and felt such despair. “I just cannot believe this! My store, my car, and now my house?” she said shakily and started to cry. She felt like such a baby crying again but this was simply too much!
Matt held her gently until the police arrived. He exited the car with his hands clear where they could be seen as the police headed up to the small unit. They searched her house and came back out, took photos and walked over to the car where Sarah sat in the car, doors locked.
Matt rapped on the glass, opened the door and held out his hand to Sarah, as the officer asked her to step out of the car. “Ma’am, we are going to need some information from you and need you to walk through the house to see if anything is missing,” Sarah nodded silently, as she fought back tears.
As she walked up towards the condo, she saw the detective picking up the pink item that was in the yard. “Oh my gosh, how humiliating!” Sarah whispered. The detective was picking up her panties out of the grass of her condo. Why were they in the yard? She continued up to the door slowly, without a word and dreading each step. Her little place she worked so long and hard for!
She pushed open the front door and gasped. Her things were thrown everywhere! Clothing was strewn, her couch had massive rips in it and the cotton batting was sticking out. Plants knocked over and dirt on the floor, the back glass doorway was shattered, the shower was running in her bathroom and her bed had been slashed. The drawers of her dresser had been emptied everywhere. Her feather pillow had been shredded and down was still floating in the air. This had not happened long ago, she was lucky she was not home!
Sarah gagged heavily and clutched at her stomach. Who would do this to her? Why would they do this to her? Was it Josh? Could he be back in town? Was he still angry with her? She had so many unanswered questions.
Matt put a comforting arm on her shoulder and turned her towards him, embracing her. “Ma’am, do you know who did this? Do you see anything missing? Do you have someplace to stay so we can investigate?”
Sarah was devastated. “I don't know” she replied. “Who would do this to me? I thought maybe I once knew someone who could have done this, but it’s been years…” she said, her voice breaking. She was crushed at the amount of destruction and debris littering the floor of her home. She told the officers everything. The divorce, the attack on the pier, including her restraining order she had on him years ago.
Matt broke the
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