She’d thought the hot water would soothe the bruises and aches she’d sustained in the fall. Instead, every insult to her body had come to life with a vengeance. She started down the stairs to find Nick standing near the front door. He looked up as she descended. “Any sign of the man who pushed me?” she asked. He shook his head. “Sammy and I set up a grid and searched the area, but we didn’t find anything. Most of the footprints were washed away by the rain. Even the writing on your car window is gone.” He grimaced. “He’s heading over to talk to the caretaker now.” Skeeter, Sara thought, and felt a tinge of sadness. She didn’t think the caretaker was responsible; the man who’d pushed her had seemed much more agile. But she couldn’t say for certain. “Did your officer recognize the name Blaine Stocker?” “He had the same reaction we did. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
