Free Avalanche by Tallulah Grace Page B

land, every month or so. He’s convinced JB, and this one,” Mac
nodded toward Chelsea, “that it’s real. So real, that JB sits out at night with
him, every now and again, trying to capture the thing on camera.”
    “At least I don’t have a closed mind, MacIntyre Mills. Who
knows what’s out there? I’m not arrogant enough to think that we’re the only
beings in the entire universe.”
    “You are serious!” Pamela looked between Mac and
Chelsea. This was not the Starsdale she remembered.
    “Oh, yeah. Just wait until they capture an image, we’ll see
who’s laughing then.” Chelsea jutted her chin at Mac.
    “I don’t even know what to say to that.” Pamela grinned,
thinking of JB and Artie, sitting in a field, staring up at the sky.
    “I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong, if that day
ever comes.” Mac walked over to drop a kiss on Chelsea’s brow. “You’re very
cute when you get riled up,” he added.
    “And you’re very cute when you’re being obstinate,” Chelsea
tossed back, smiling.
    Pamela felt a tug of jealousy at the easy way they
interacted. She missed having playful banter with someone she loved. Missed
having the connection that so obviously entwined the two. She and Red had that,
for a time. When they weren’t screaming at each other, or tearing each other’s
clothes off.
    A stroke of fire sparked from deep inside of her at the
thought of her and Red together. She tried not to think of it, ever. But seeing
Mac and Chelsea, so happy, it was hard not to remember the good times.
    “Here you are.” Her thoughts morphed into life as Red came
around the corner of the house. “Something smells good.”
    “My famous sausages, complete with corn on the cob, and
grilled potatoes. Glad you could join us, Red,” Mac greeted him.
    “Thanks for the invite.” Red shook Mac’s hand, then went to
Chelsea, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
    Pamela felt like an outsider all of a sudden. Red was at
home here, these were his people.
    “Hi, Pam. How was your day?” Red asked, stopping to pay his
respects to Hershey.
    “It was good, thanks. No calls, nothing out of the
ordinary.”
    “Glad to hear it. I was just at your house. I’ve got it
pretty well wired. Want to see?” Red pulled out his laptop, setting it up on
the table beside Pamela’s chair.
    “Sure.”
    Tapping keys, Red brought up a split screen shot with eight
images.
    “The first three are positioned at the edge of the woods,
you can only see the ground at this point. These were the places where I
thought someone had been watching you.” Red paused, giving Pamela time to
assimilate what she was seeing.
    “The next two are above the stoop at your front door, and at
the steps to the back porch.”
    “You covered all of the living areas, plus my bedroom,” Pamela
said, jumping ahead.
    “Yeah, that’s the point. He’ll have to walk through here to
get to the rest of the house. I wanted to make sure that we got a clean shot of
him.”
    “Who can see this?”
    “No one but me, at the moment. I’ll give you the website
address, so you can watch, too. If you like.”
    “The images feed to a website? So, theoretically, anyone
with a computer could happen upon the site, see me inside my home.”
    “No, you need a password to access the site. Plus, you’re
not living at home right now, Pam. No one will be able to see you.”
    “I wanted to talk to you about that,” Pamela frowned,
glancing over at Mac and Chelsea. It was just as well they were there, she
could use a buffer. Red was not going to like what she had to tell him.
    “My assistant, Kendra, is coming to stay with me. She’ll be
here on Monday, so I’ll stay with Sharon until then. After that, I’ll move
home, and you can station someone outside the house, if you still want to.”
    “You’re not moving home,” Red raised his voice, surprised at
Pamela’s asinine plan. “You’re not safe there, not even with a hundred
cameras.”
    “I’m as safe there as