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Eli pulled the curtain back to check the front yard. Greg’s car sat in the driveway.

If he could find out the location of their date, O’Bannon and Peterson could get set up ahead of time. Lucy certainly wasn’t going to give him that information. Greg got out of the car; Eli flung the door open and stepped down the stairs.

Greg cocked his head as though surprised to see Eli. “Who are you?”

Eli held out his hand. “I’m Eli Hawkins, Lucy’s new renter.”

Greg’s lips flattened and wrinkles appeared in his forehead as he extended his own hand. “Lucy never said anything about a renter.”

“I moved in earlier today.” Eli studied the man in front of him. Had he just shaken hands with a killer?

“Oh, well, that explains it.” Greg crossed his arms over his chest. His stare had an unnerving intensity to it, like he was picking Eli apart with his eyes.

Eli nodded for several seconds. The guy wasn’t exactly Mr. Friendly.

Greg glanced at Lucy’s door and then continued with his inch-by-inch scrutiny of Eli. “So what made you decide to rent Lucy’s place?”

“Just answered an ad.” Certainly, Greg didn’t see him as some kind of romantic competition. Maybe he was one of those guys who was so controlling, he didn’t want his date even talking to any other men. “You and Lucy are going out somewhere tonight?”

Greg’s head jerked up in response to the question. “Lucy picked out the place. Some little park in town.”

“Sounds like fun. Which park is that?” When Greg drew his eyebrows together as though suspicious of the question, Eli added, “I’m new in town. Just trying to get to know the area.”

“I don’t know the name. I’m not from here. I live in Jacob’s Corner, about sixty miles from here.” Greg angled his head toward the sky. “I don’t know if a picnic is such a good idea. Those clouds look kind of dark and foreboding.”

Lucy’s door opened and she appeared, holding a picnic basket. Eli’s breath caught. She looked stunning in her blue sundress. Her long hair flowed freely.

Lucy’s stride slowed when she saw Eli. She sauntered over to Greg’s car. “So you’ve met Greg?”

Eli pointed to his car. “I was headed out to do some work-related things. Just thought I would introduce myself.” Eli excused himself.

Even as he ambled toward his car, Eli’s muscles tensed. So much pointed to Greg Jackson in terms of past behavior. His instant suspicion of Eli was just one more personality indicator. Would he be able to keep Lucy safe? Eli started his engine and shifted into Reverse. Greg and Lucy were just getting into the car as Eli pulled onto the gravel road.

When he phoned into the Mountain Springs police station, Officer O’Bannon answered. He had met O’Bannon only briefly. He was an older officer who was probably a few years from retirement. Since his arrival from Spokane, he had spent most of his time briefing all the small-town police departments and figuring out how he was going to shift manpower around to keep eyes on the suspects for the maximum amount of time.

After Eli explained the circumstances of the surveillance to O’Bannon, he added, “I don’t know the name of the park.”

“There are only two parks in town.” O’Bannon’s husky voice hinted of a longtime smoking habit. “Chances are they’re headed to Memorial Park. It’s got gazebos and borders the river. The other one is more of a kid park with swings and stuff.”

“You can check the file to see a picture of Greg Jackson. He’s driving a gold Buick LeSabre, late eighties model. First two digits of the license are 67. You go ahead and get into position. Tell Peterson I will meet him at the station. Jackson might recognize my car so I need to switch.”

“And who is the lady he is with? I’ve lived here some twenty years. I know most everyone. Is she a local gal?”

Eli hesitated. Lucy had implied that she didn’t have a lot of faith in the Mountain Springs police. “Lucy Kimbol.”

Eli listened to phone static while he turned onto a paved road. So the ill feelings between Lucy and the department were mutual.

Finally O’Bannon huffed an “Oh, really.”

On the night of his arrival, two of the officers had pushed hard for him to handle the call from Lucy. O’Bannon had been one of them. Officer Spitz, the other older officer, had been the other. Lucy sure wasn’t going to tell him the root of the animosity. “What is it with you guys and Lucy Kimbol?”

Again, O’Bannon’s response was long in coming. “Let’s just say Lucy Kimbol is a troublemaker and she has been since she was in high school.”

As much as he wanted to get to the bottom of the bad blood between Lucy and the department, Eli didn’t press the issue. He needed O’Bannon’s cooperation tonight.

Eli drove into town and pulled into the police station lot. The sky had turned a dark gray when he stepped out of his car. Officer Nigel Peterson, a young officer with red hair, was waiting for him outside.

Peterson held up a gear bag. “Camera, binoculars and two-way radios.”

Normally surveillance involved scouting an area ahead of time. Doing the surveillance on the fly meant there wouldn’t be time to set up audio or video equipment. An open area like a park wasn’t conducive to that kind of setup anyway.

Eli slipped into the car with Peterson. The drive to the park took all of five minutes. O’Bannon was waiting there for them. Judging from the jowls and paunch, O’Bannon had to at least be in his late fifties. He had a full head of black wavy hair and a muscular build. Jackson’s car wasn’t in the lot when they pulled in.

A quick assessment of the layout of the park caused the tightness to return to Eli’s chest. Other than a small pavilion with picnic tables and two gazebos, the ground was more forest than park. The landscape provided a thousand places where someone could disappear from view.

A quick scan of the area revealed about ten to twelve people walking dogs, sitting on benches and eating at picnic tables. A couple emerged from a clump of trees. It wasn’t Jackson and Lucy. Her blue sundress would make her easy enough to keep track of.