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and on the floor. In the
back seat, her gym bag sat ripped open.
    The two police officers who responded to her
call donned gloves before they opened the car’s doors. Morgan
shifted position to get a better view at the inside. What was
the intruder looking for? She did a quick silent inventory, and
her bra and panties were missing. “Oh my God,” she murmured before
she pressed her fingers to her lips and her stomach churned.
    She glanced over to the officer on the other
side of the car as he straightened up after inspecting the front
seat. Their eyes locked, and his wary expression sent waves of
adrenaline washing through her.
    He walked toward her with a calm slow stride
as if he didn’t have a care in the world, but the concern in his
eyes reassured her that he took things seriously. He removed a
business card from his pocket. “Ms. Kennedy, I’m Officer Romano.
Any idea who did this?”
    Morgan took a deep breath. What would he
think about her answer? “Maybe.”
    The officer cocked an eyebrow. “Can you
explain that?”
    She raked her hand through her hair. “I came
back to the store today from an out-of-town business trip and found
several messages on my voice mail. The caller didn’t say anything
specific. He just called and hung up. I deleted them and chalked it
up to someone calling the wrong number. Until later this morning
when I answered the phone and we spoke.”
    “What did he say?”
    “Don’t leave me again.” Morgan crossed her
arms and searched the officer’s face in hopes of reading his
response. “The man was creepy. I hung up on him,” she added with a
shrug.
    “Did you recognize the man’s voice?”
    “No. But I wrote down the phone number and
even tried doing a reverse phone look-up.” Morgan paused and waited
as the officer finished writing. “I thought if I could find out who
he was, I’d report him to you,” she added.
    “Do you still have the number?”
    She nodded and blinked, her eyes fighting the
sting which promised tears. “I thought this was a practical
joke.”
    “Doesn’t look like it,” the officer replied.
“This is no random act of vandalism.” His eyes swung around and he
pointed to the driver’s side door. “This is personal. Is anything
missing?
    Morgan gulped. “I can’t be sure about the
glove compartment. I keep receipts for car repairs in there. But I
think he took some articles of clothing.”
    “What did he take?”
    Personal. The term pinged through her
mind. Morgan gulped and took a shaky breath. “He took my bra and
panties.” She closed her eyes, raised her hand, and rubbed her
forehead.
    “Have you had an argument with anyone you
know lately? What about a disgruntled customer or boyfriend?”
    Morgan glanced away from the officer’s gaze
and stared at the cumulus clouds above the mountains in the
distance. She knew where this line of questions would lead, and no
matter what she said, the police would think he did this.
    Officer Romano didn’t push her for a
response. He waited. His restraint and the yawning silence applied
even more pressure on her.
    “I did break up with my boyfriend recently.
But I’m certain he didn’t do this. This type of thing isn’t his
style.”
    She cringed at her last remark. Not his
style? Her comment sounded like she belonged on some pseudo
reality TV show. “Officer, what I meant to say is he has no reason
to do this.”
    Doubt flickered through the officer’s eyes.
“Would you mind if we contact him?”
    Morgan dropped her crossed arms to her sides.
Over the past few minutes, the shock of what happened had faded.
Her temples throbbed as she wiped the beads of sweat from her brow.
Now frustration and anger had arrived fueling what promised to be a
major headache.
    “Excuse me, Officer. Can we step inside the
store?”
    The policeman flashed a polite smile and
nodded to the store’s back entrance, “After you.”
    Morgan opened the door to the jewelry store
and a blast of cool air rolled out. Once