Tammy sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, and from the look on her face, Savannah knew she wasn’t kidding. “I mean, this is just too spooky. Kat dies like that, and then somebody’s watching you from the bushes and now this.” She waved her hand, indicating the tornado-struck room. “What are we going to do?” “I’m calling Dirk,” Savannah said, retrieving her cell phone from the heap. “Oh, good. You’re going to ask him to come out here?” Savannah laughed. “You must be scared, if you want me to bring ‘dumb old Dirk’ to the rescue.” Tammy made a face. “You know what I mean ... any cop would do.” “We can’t call the cops, kiddo. The last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves. Lou Hanks was all over me today because he thought I was here investigating for Kat’s life-insurance company.” “Oh, that’s what he wanted with you. I was wondering. So, he had a policy on Kat?” “Seems so.” “Hmmm.” “My feelings exactly.”
