Malcolm wrapped his long, lean fingers around Nicole’s slender upper arms and turned her to face him. “You had nothing to do with Ty’s death. It was this maniac who broke into your apartment who killed him.” Nicole eased away. The room had grown cold suddenly. She rose and shrugged back into her coat, pulling it close around her. She walked to the windows. Through the blinds she saw storm clouds rolling across the Southern California sky. She spoke with her back to him as she watched the clouds advance. “I hate the idea that someone is so enthralled with my stories, they would kill because of them.” “I still don’t understand.” Malcolm’s frustration came through loud and clear. “What does the reference to his family have to do with Ty or your books?” Silence settled over the room while they each considered the question. Why would someone reference his family while quoting from the InterDimensions books? “I don’t know,” Nicole said after a while. “I can’t get my mind around that one.
