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A shout from the baseball diamond made two of the older boys turn and look his way, and
he lifted the paper cup of orange soda toward his mouth to hide his face, but the gesture
was more automatic than necessary. She hadn't noticed him in the past three days as he
watched her from doorways and alleys, so she wasn't going to find anything sinister about
a lone man in a park crowded with law-abiding citizens who were enjoying the free food and
exhibits, even if she did notice him. In fact, he thought with an inner smirk, she was
incredibly and stupidly heedless whenever she was off duty. She didn't look over her
shoulder when she heard his footsteps one night; she didn't even lock her car when she
parked it. Like most small-town cops, she felt a false sense of safety in her own town, an
invulnerability that went with the badge she wore and the gun she carried, and the
citizens' sleazy secrets that she knew.
She had no secrets from him, however. In less than seventy-two hours, he had all her
vital statistics -- her age, height, driver's license number, bank account balances,
annual income, home address -- the sort of information that was readily available on the
Internet to anyone who knew where to look. In his pocket was a photograph of her, but all
of that combined information was minuscule in comparison to what he now knew.
He took another swallow of lukewarm orange soda, fighting down another surge of
impatience. At times, she was so straight, so prim and predictable, that it amused him; at
other times, she was unexpectedly impulsive, which made her unpredictable, and
unpredictable made things risky, dangerous, for him. And so he continued to wait and
watch. In the past three days he'd collected all the mysterious bits and pieces that
normally make up the whole of a woman, but in Sloan Reynolds's case, the picture was still
blurry, complex, confusing.
Clutching the kite in her left fist, Sloan worked her way cautiously to the lowest
branch; then she dropped to the ground and presented the kite to its owner amid shouts of
"Yea!" and the sound of small hands clapping excitedly. "Gee, thanks,
Sloan!" Kenny Landry said, blushing with pleasure and admiration as he took his kite.
Kenny's two front teeth were missing, which gave him a lisp, both of which made him seem
utterly endearing to Sloan, who had gone to high school with his mother. "My mom was
scared you'd get hurt, but I'll bet you never get scared."
Actually, Sloan had been extremely afraid during her downward trek through the
sprawling branches that her shorts were snagging on the limbs, hiking up, and showing way
too much of her legs.
"Everyone is afraid of something," Sloan told him, suppressing the urge to
hug him and risk embarrassing him with such a show of public affection. She settled for
rumpling his sandy brown hair instead.
"I fell out of a tree once!" a little girl in pink shorts and a
pink-and-white T-shirt confessed, eyeing Sloan with awed wonder. "I got hurted, too,
on my elbow," Emma added shyly. She had short, curly red hair, freckles on her small
nose, and a rag doll in her arms.
Butch Ingersoll was the only child who didn't want to be impressed. "Girls are supposed
to play with dolls," he informed Emma. "Boys climb trees."
"My teacher said Sloan is an honest-to-goodness hero," she declared, hugging
the rag doll even tighter, as if it gave her courage to speak up. She raised her eyes to
Sloan and blurted, "My teacher said you risked your life so you could save that
little boy who fell down the well."
Excerpted from Night Whispers , by Judith McNaught. © 1997 by Judith McNaught, used by permission of the publisher.
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