Buchman.â She peered into the house, as though looking for something. âCan I come in?â
Just like the FBI agent had the other day, Nina affected a shiver. She carried a brown leather tote that appeared filled to bursting, and she shifted from foot to foot, tapping her boots against each other to dislodge accumulated slush. The tote appeared weather-beaten and well-worn. The boots looked new.
âMaybe if you tell me what it is you want?â I said, with a lilt to phrase it as a question.
âSure, sure. Of course.â She laughed again. Her teeth were big for her small mouth, and with her über-narrow face and shiny hair she reminded me of a thoroughbred. Attractive, strong, willful.
Bruce backed up, allowing me to take point. I felt him touch the back of my armâa silent gesture of warning. But Iâd felt it, too.
She brightened her smile. âIâm new in town and interviewing for a job. I need somewhere to stay until I find a more permanent place.â
I turned to Bruce and Scott. They looked as perplexed as I felt. âWhy are you
here
, though?â I asked. âAt our house?â
Her eyes went wide. âDonât you have a room here to rent out?â
âNo,â I said. We did have a spare bed and bath upstairs and, at one point, had considered taking on another roommateto help with expenses. Weâd scuttled those plans, however, once Bennett had insisted on paying for renovations.
âYou donât?â The tone in her voice went far beyond disappointed. More like disbelief. As though she knew about that vacant spot upstairs. How could she? A second later, her tone shifted completely. âIs someone else living here?â
I started to close the door. âGood luck with your search.â
âWait.â Again, she tried to see deeper into the house. âCould I come in for a little bit? Maybe you can give me ideas of where to look?â
âAre you telling us that you moved to a new city with no place to stay?â
âI have a hotel,â she said. âBut I donât care for the place. I really prefer a more homelike environment.â
âThere are a couple of nice bed-and-breakfasts right off Main Street.â Scott indicated the general direction. âThree blocks that way and one block up. You canât miss them.â
She sucked in her top lip and gave another shiver. âWhat about for a few nights?â she asked. âYou donât have room for
one
person for a couple of nights? I could sleep on the couch.â
âI thought you had a hotel.â
âI do,â she amended quickly. âBut the, um, convention is messing me up. Iâm really in a bind, here. Canât you help a girl out?â Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She held a gloved hand to her mouth. âPlease?â
Bruce made a sound low in his throat. I couldnât tell whether that meant he was caving in to her pleas or reminding me to stand strong.
Too many odd things had happened in Emberstowne in the years Iâd been here. Too many suspicious occurrences. Flynnâs warnings about the limitations of my burglar alarm popped like mini-fireworks in my brain. This woman looked helpless, but a nagging feeling of something being amissâthat tingle of fear that so many of us ignoreâdecided it for me.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âWe canât help you. Good luck.â
âButââ
âSorry,â I said again. And as difficult as it was, I shut the door.
âGrace,â Scott said. âAre you sure we canât do anything for her?â
âWhat if she killed the FBI guy?â I asked.
Scott blanched. âDo you really think so?â
âI donât know. We canât know. But donât you think itâs weird that she knew my name? She knew we had a room here?â I pointed upstairs.
âThat was a little odd,â Bruce said.
Scott and I