Damien
“Stay here,” I instructed Raven. “Call the police and lock the door behind me, and don’t open it for anyone but me. You understand?”
She nodded mutely, her face ashen.
“Don’t touch the rock, don’t go near the window. Turn on the hall light and pack some things if you can. You are coming home with me.”
I rushed out the door, pleased to hear the snap of the locks behind me. Downstairs, I stood on the sidewalk, staring up at Raven’s window. There was no doubt Andy was behind this. The super of the building came out, looking confused and upset.
“What the hell?” he muttered, glancing up. “I heard glass break. How the hell did that window get smashed?”
“With a rock and good aim.”
“Why? And who are you? How do I know you didn’t throw it?”
“I was having dinner with Raven.” I introduced myself. “She can vouch for me,” I added, handing him one of my business cards.
He looked at my name, his eyebrows lifting.
“Okay, now the question is why? And how did they throw it up that high?”
I glanced behind me at the van parked on the street. “I have a feeling he stood on top of that.”
He followed my gaze and grunted.
“As for the why, this goes back to the man Raven told you about.”
“He’s still bothering her?”
“Yes.”
I looked around, wondering what set him off. I looked across the street, glancing behind me. I jogged to the other side and leaned against the building. The way the blinds tilted, you could see shadows. On one window the blinds were a little more open. With binoculars, you could see inside. There was no doubt in my mind he had seen me kissing Raven and lost it.
I glanced down at the rock garden in front of the building. One rock was missing. I knew exactly where it was.
Fuck.
Now, he was angry.
Angry, crazed, obsessed people were not good.
I had to find him. Fast.
* * *
Officer Canbury snapped his notebook shut. He met my eyes, his own frustrated. “Not much to go on. No witnesses, nothing tying him to being here. No idea who he is.”
“It was him,” I stated firmly.
“I can’t bring someone in for questioning when they don’t seem to exist.”
“I know.” Exasperated, I ran a hand through my hair.
“I know this is upsetting. And I agree it sucks, but all we can do is give a report for insurance and canvass the neighborhood.” He met my eyes again. “Not that it will help much.”
“I have a sketch I can send you. It’s at the office.”
“That might help.”