“Why would someone do this?” she whispered. Hadn’t she been through enough?
Logan looked away, and she watched as he clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck working overtime. When he glanced back, she saw that his lips were almost white with tension. “I don’t know, but when I find them, they’re going to pay for scaring you.”
A buzzing noise made her gasp. Then she recognized the noise. “It’s the lasagna.”
“I’ll get it,” Logan said, standing. “Wait here.”
She resisted the urge to
call him back. He was only in the next room. She wasn’t alone. A knock at the front door made her jump, and she couldn’t hold back a small whimper.
Pull it together, Savannah.
She wasn’t alone. Logan was here. No one would hurt her again. She wasn’t going to let that happen.
How would you stop them?
She glanced over at the gun cabinet. There was one thing she could do.
“Savannah? Savannah?” She startled and looked up to find Logan and Jake standing there.
Logan looked furious still. But Jake seemed thoughtful as he studied her then the locked gun cabinet. Damn it, the last thing she needed was the too perceptive sheriff giving her a lecture on taking matters into her own hands. It wasn’t like she intended to go around shooting people, but maybe she’d feel more secure if she knew how to fire a gun. If she’d been carrying when Stanton took her maybe she could have defended herself.
And maybe you would have gotten yourself killed.
That thought brought her up short. She rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, my mind was a hundred miles away.”
“Understandable.” Jake gave her a sympathetic nod. “Why don’t you both show me this note?”
They walked into the kitchen, Savannah coming up last. The smell of cooked lasagna filled the air, but her stomach lurched, making her feel ill.
Jake placed a glove on his hand before he picked up the note and envelope.
“Think you’ll get any prints?” Logan asked. Then he grimaced. “I wasn’t thinking. I touched it.”
“Me too,” Savannah admitted.
“It’s okay. There might be nothing on here. But best to be certain. We’ll need prints from the two of you to eliminate them.” He placed the note and envelope in a clear bag. “You haven’t noticed anyone hanging around? Has anything else happened?”
Logan glanced over at her. “Savi said she’s had a few odd phone calls.”
“They could have just been wrong numbers,” she said hastily. She didn’t want Jake to think she was jumping at shadows. There was something about the sheriff that had always slightly intimidated her. He was so calm and capable. Nothing ever seemed to rattle him. And she had the ridiculous urge to seem strong in front of him.
Idiot, Savannah. He’s seen you at your worst.
Maybe that was part of it. He’d been there, he’d seen what Stanton had done to her, and that made her feel vulnerable. Not that she should. He’d never done anything to even imply he thought her weak.
Nope, that was all her own thinking.
“When were these calls? Landline or cell?” He pulled out a pad and pen.
“On the landline. I’m not sure of the exact time, but I can tell you approximately.” She told him the dates and rough times.
“All right, if it happens again, I want you to hang up then dial star-69. Then call me with the information, all right? Also, note down the time and date.”
“O-okay.” She didn’t really want to think about getting more calls. She moved closer to Logan, who placed his arm around her. Immediately, she felt safer.
“What are you going to do to find this asshole? Could it be someone who knew Stanton?” Logan barked out his questions.