Pamela told him as she unlocked the door. “Sharon probably won’t be home before midnight, and who knows when JB will be here.” “He told me this afternoon he planned to stay the night in the field.” Red told her, following her to the kitchen. Placing the computer on the bar, he opened it and found the feeds. “Anything?” Pamela asked, after ushering the dogs outside. “Don’t know yet, hold your horses,” Red answered, peering intently at the screen. “Let me see!” Pamela sidled up close beside him to better see the computer. She didn’t miss Red’s quick intake of breath at their close connection. But this time, he didn’t move away. “Look there, it’s a box,” Red said, pointing to the coffee table in the living room. “Was that there before?” “No. It has to be the present,” Pamela told him. “If we can see the present, we can see who put it there, right? Rewind the damn feed!” “Give me a second,” Red said, not unkindly. He felt Pam’s nerves, knew they could potentially have the proof they needed to arrest the man stalking her.
