“You thought there was a chance he would come after me.”
His silence told her it was indeed a worry.
“If he came after me once, he’ll come again.”
Again a silence.
“What about using me as bait?” There. It was said. “That’s what you were thinking earlier.”
“You don’t know what I was thinking, Miss Merrick, and it’s a really lousy idea.”
“It’s the only way I can go on with my life.”
“It’ll be damn dangerous. I’m not sure I can get approval from my boss.”
She swallowed hard. The police artist was watching the exchange with interest. MacKay was frowning. He looked intimidating when he did that.
“Will you ask him?” she said.
“What about your mother and…partner?”
“I’ll manage that.”
“They could get hurt.”
“Not if they go on to Seattle.”
His face must have expressed his doubts. “They’ll leave? Without you?”
“Leave that to me,” she said. “Can you arrange it?”
He hesitated.
“I trust you,” she persisted.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know what I need to know. You went out of your way last night to make sure I was safe. You said you had a feeling and you came.”
His eyes measured her. “I’ll talk to the captain,” he said. “In the meantime, you should be safe enough. My partner, Manny, will stay in the room with you, and there are two uniforms outside. If you return to the hotel, Manny goes with you.”
“And you?”
“I’m going to talk to my superiors.”
“And get some sleep,” she said.
He rubbed his face with his hands. “Guess I could use a shave, too.”
A knock came, and the other detective entered, the one she remembered from yesterday. “Miss Merrick,” he said with concern. “Hoppy said someone came into your room last night, and—”
“Hoppy?” she interrupted.
He looked over at MacKay and his face turned red. Detective MacKay glared at him.
“Hoppy?” she asked again with a smile.
“His first name is Cassidy,” the detective named Manny said without looking at his partner, who was glowering.
The name didn’t mean anything to her.
“Hopalong Cassidy,” the detective prompted. “He was a cowboy on television in the fifties, a guy in a white hat.”
A guy in a white hat. She liked that image.
“Hoppy,” she tested again, and MacKay turned his glower on her.
“I prefer Cass,” he said.
She did, too, after thinking about it. Still, she tried to think of him as MacKay. That fit him, and it was far less personal.
The artist had packed up his equipment. “Gotta go,” he said. “A lot of business today. You were great, Miss Merrick.”
She felt a momentary pride. He had discovered more information that she thought she had. “You’re good at extracting information,” she said.
Detective MacKay was also inching toward the door. “Thank you, Miss Merrick,” he said. “I’ll be in touch later today.”
She watched him leave with the police artist.
The second detective looked at her with interest. “My wife is a big admirer of yours,” he said. “So am I.”
That surprised her. She hadn’t imagined a burly homicide detective would have an interest in figure skating. “Thank you,” she said.
“My wife, she loves figure skating,” he continued. “It sorta grew on me, too. And our kid.”
Just then, the door opened and her mother and Paul entered, eyeing the detective warily.
“I’ll be outside,” the detective said.
She wanted to ask him to stay, but this, she knew, was something she had to do alone.
“Thank you,” she said.
The two waited until the door closed.
“We talked to your doctor,” her mother said. “He said there’s no reason you can’t leave today. And you can start skating in several days.”
“We still have the plane on standby,” Paul added. “And now that you’ve talked to that police artist, you’ve done everything you can do.”
