darkened at his words. She opened that perfect mouth to say something when the door swung open.
He stifled a groan and turned toward their interruption. It was the brunette girl they’d helped the other night. And she recognized them.
“Oh my gosh, it’s you guys! Thank you so much for stopping by. Please come in.” Still in her pajamas, the girl they knew only as Andrea opened her door and stood back.
They followed her into her living room where clothes and purses were strewn everywhere. Even the treadmill had shirts hanging on it. She plopped down on a purple beanbag chair and motioned to the futon/couch. “I’m Andrea Barclay by the way.”
“Izzy,” she said as she sat. She placed her purse by the coffee table, which was covered with empty pizza boxes.
“I’m Adam.” He shifted on the uncomfortable seat and tried to ignore the nauseating whiff of stale food.
“I’ve been meaning to stop by and see you to say thanks, but I’ve been sort of staying in since what happened.”
Izzy crossed her legs and smiled. “I completely understand. Did your friend ever take you to the hospital?”
“Yes, and they found traces of GHB in my system. I spoke to the cops who took my statement, but I haven’t heard anything since.” She shrugged and crossed her legs Indian-style.
Adam was quiet as Izzy quickly launched into what had happened to her earlier that day, including the phone call from yesterday. He was surprised by Izzy’s honesty, but maybe she had the right idea. By the time she was through, Andrea’s face had paled considerably.
“I can’t believe that. If anything happened to you because of your help, I’d never forgive myself.” Andrea sat up straighter and wrapped her arms around herself.
Izzy pulled the big sketch pad out of her purse. “I was wondering if you could remember anything from that night. Like what he looked like.”
“The night is really fuzzy, especially after you helped me get home, but I’ve seen the guy before.”
“You have?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t realize it until last night. I had a nightmare and when I woke it hit me that I’ve seen him before at a few different bars when I’ve been out with my girlfriends. He’s really weird, always sitting by himself. And always staring at me. If he hadn’t stared so much, I might not have remembered him. I wish I’d remembered earlier. I know I need to tell the police, I’ve just been too freaked out to leave my place.”
“This might sound weird, but do you think you could describe him and let me draw him?”
“Uh, yeah…Are you working with the cops?”
Izzy shook her head. “No, but after what happened, I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
Andrea smiled and stood. “You want to use our kitchen table? It’s got a flatter surface.”
“That was impressive Izzy,” Adam said as he started the ignition to his truck.
Her face turned a delectable shade of pink as she mumbled, “Thanks.”
For the last hour she’d questioned Andrea about the smallest details of the man’s features, and now she had a possible sketch of the guy the police were looking for. His only concern had been her safety, but she was out here trying to bring down some maniac all by herself.
Since he’d met her, she’d done nothing but surprise him. It was his own personal prejudices, but he’d assumed she’d be a spoiled princess defying her rich daddy by trying to “make it” on her own, then run back home when things got tough. But ever since he’d known her, she’d worked her ass off at the bar and had done nothing but give and give to everyone around her.
If his grandmother could see him now she’d probably roll over in her grave. She’d taught him not to judge people based on where they came from, but he’d done exactly that. What had he been thinking making that kind of deal with Ballantine? He was afraid if he told Izzy the truth now she’d kick him out of her life. He couldn’t afford that. And
He stifled a groan and turned toward their interruption. It was the brunette girl they’d helped the other night. And she recognized them.
“Oh my gosh, it’s you guys! Thank you so much for stopping by. Please come in.” Still in her pajamas, the girl they knew only as Andrea opened her door and stood back.
They followed her into her living room where clothes and purses were strewn everywhere. Even the treadmill had shirts hanging on it. She plopped down on a purple beanbag chair and motioned to the futon/couch. “I’m Andrea Barclay by the way.”
“Izzy,” she said as she sat. She placed her purse by the coffee table, which was covered with empty pizza boxes.
“I’m Adam.” He shifted on the uncomfortable seat and tried to ignore the nauseating whiff of stale food.
“I’ve been meaning to stop by and see you to say thanks, but I’ve been sort of staying in since what happened.”
Izzy crossed her legs and smiled. “I completely understand. Did your friend ever take you to the hospital?”
“Yes, and they found traces of GHB in my system. I spoke to the cops who took my statement, but I haven’t heard anything since.” She shrugged and crossed her legs Indian-style.
Adam was quiet as Izzy quickly launched into what had happened to her earlier that day, including the phone call from yesterday. He was surprised by Izzy’s honesty, but maybe she had the right idea. By the time she was through, Andrea’s face had paled considerably.
“I can’t believe that. If anything happened to you because of your help, I’d never forgive myself.” Andrea sat up straighter and wrapped her arms around herself.
Izzy pulled the big sketch pad out of her purse. “I was wondering if you could remember anything from that night. Like what he looked like.”
“The night is really fuzzy, especially after you helped me get home, but I’ve seen the guy before.”
“You have?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t realize it until last night. I had a nightmare and when I woke it hit me that I’ve seen him before at a few different bars when I’ve been out with my girlfriends. He’s really weird, always sitting by himself. And always staring at me. If he hadn’t stared so much, I might not have remembered him. I wish I’d remembered earlier. I know I need to tell the police, I’ve just been too freaked out to leave my place.”
“This might sound weird, but do you think you could describe him and let me draw him?”
“Uh, yeah…Are you working with the cops?”
Izzy shook her head. “No, but after what happened, I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
Andrea smiled and stood. “You want to use our kitchen table? It’s got a flatter surface.”
“That was impressive Izzy,” Adam said as he started the ignition to his truck.
Her face turned a delectable shade of pink as she mumbled, “Thanks.”
For the last hour she’d questioned Andrea about the smallest details of the man’s features, and now she had a possible sketch of the guy the police were looking for. His only concern had been her safety, but she was out here trying to bring down some maniac all by herself.
Since he’d met her, she’d done nothing but surprise him. It was his own personal prejudices, but he’d assumed she’d be a spoiled princess defying her rich daddy by trying to “make it” on her own, then run back home when things got tough. But ever since he’d known her, she’d worked her ass off at the bar and had done nothing but give and give to everyone around her.
If his grandmother could see him now she’d probably roll over in her grave. She’d taught him not to judge people based on where they came from, but he’d done exactly that. What had he been thinking making that kind of deal with Ballantine? He was afraid if he told Izzy the truth now she’d kick him out of her life. He couldn’t afford that. And
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