Free Rose Pressey - Chase Charley 02 - Seems Like Old Crimes by Rose Pressey Page B

concerned after what Oscar had told me, plus the incident with the man at the bar. Even with my uneasy feeling, I opened the letter and pulled out the single sheet of paper. I unfolded the page and read the contents. It definitely wasn’t a friendly letter like the first one that I’d just read.
    So my uneasy feeling had been warranted. The letter said that I was being watched. The author wanted to meet me and if I didn’t want to meet him, then I would be forced into a meeting.
    I swallowed hard and glanced around the room. That wasn’t the kind of letter that anyone wanted to receive. What would I do now? I didn’t want to tell Oscar because I didn’t want to hear him comment that he’d told me about the strange ones. I couldn’t just let it go though. One thing was for sure, I didn’t want to read any more of the letters right now.
    I grabbed the phone and dialed Marc. He picked up the phone after a couple rings.
    “Hello, gorgeous,” he said.
    Of course that brought a smile to my face. “Sorry to call so early,” I said.
    “Is everything okay?”
    I turned my head so Ruth might not hear my conversation. “Actually, no. I received a letter that was a little disturbing.”
    After I told him what the letter said, he said, “I’ll pick up the letter.”
    “I can drop it off if you’d like.”
    “You have to take this seriously, okay? There are people around who do crazy things.”
    I was definitely aware of that.
    I knew by the tone of his voice that he was concerned, which made me even more nervous. “I don’t want to worry you, Chase, but better safe than sorry,” he said.
    “No, I agree. It’s just a little unsettling. I’m sure that it’s just someone having fun though,” I said.
    He sighed. “I hope that’s all it is.”
    I didn’t like the tone of his voice. I supposed I couldn’t just shrug it off. I had to take it seriously.
    “I’m glad that you called to tell me though. You did the right thing and I promise I’ll look into it,” he said.
    “Thank you.” I hoped my voice didn’t sound too pessimistic.
    Honestly, what could he do? How would he be able to uncover who had sent the letter? The only way I would find out was if the person admitted to sending it. I would rather never know than have the person contact me and let me know they were responsible. Maybe if I was lucky this whole thing would just go away. I had a feeling that the recent phone call was related to the letter. If I got more calls maybe I could look into getting the calls traced. Then again, there was no guarantee that the person calling had anything to do with the letters.
    “There’s no need for you to bring the letter. I’ll call you soon so I can meet you and pick up that letter, okay?” Marc asked.
    “Sure, that will be fine. Thanks again.”
    “Anything for you.” Marc’s sensuous baritone voice made me wish I could climb through the phone just to be close to him. “Please be careful and call me if anything else strange happens. Even if it’s just the slightest thing and you’re not sure about it.”
    “I promise I will,” I said and then hung up the phone.
    With an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, I stuffed the paper back into the envelope and then shoved the thing into my purse. I didn’t want to even see the thing anymore.
    Though I realized I wanted to keep it as untouched as possible for possible fingerprints. I had a bag with half a peanut butter sandwich in my desk drawer. I pulled out the sandwich and tossed it in the trash. I stuffed the envelope in the bag, even though it had remnants of peanut butter inside. I’d keep it there and then take it out to give it to Marc.
    I shoved the rest of the unread letters into a desk drawer and switched on my computer. I’d get to work and that would help me take my mind off things.
    The only problem was that it didn’t take my mind off it. I still thought about the letter all day long. I called Courtney and told her about the letter and