I take a five dollar bill out of my pocket and shove it into his hand. "Pay for my beer." I punch Snake in his thick arm good-naturedly. "Thanks for watching over my baby."
Snake shrugs. "Everyone needs someone to watch over them."
Ain’t that the truth. I hope it doesn’t get too chilly tonight since it looks like I’ll be spending it outside Kelsey’s building.
The first thing I notice when I get to the office is Harper looks like hell. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight French braid and her eyes are haggard. She’s drinking coffee like it’s a life source and I’m worried that I pissed her off again.
The reason I get such a good look at her is because she’s sitting in my chair, her feet on my desk.
"Big story?" I ask by way of greeting.
She shakes her head. "Are you okay?"
I think we’re both surprised by the sudden question. She looks exhausted and apparently her filtering systems are down. "I’m fine."
"Any gifts or phone calls? Anything?"
"No." She’s worrying me and she must see it on my face.
"I’m sorry," she sighs, getting up. "Gail is bringing your tea. D’you believe I had to ask her? Is she fucking stupid? Even I know you drink tea every morning."
I wave it off. Gail is no brain trust, that’s for damn sure. "Thank you." She nods.
"Did you talk to your cop friends?"
She appears to freeze, blue eyes wide. "A little. They’re looking into some stuff. No big deal."
"Right." I study her for a long moment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Harper Kingsley this tense. She’s strung tight, long fingers constantly fidgeting with the mug in her grip. "Are you okay? I know you have plenty of friends to talk to but ... I’d like you to know you can talk to me, too. If something’s wrong. I’d try to help you." God, I sound like an idiot. I’m not very good at this friendship thing. No wonder I don’t have any.
She seems to soften at my words but the worried look doesn’t leave her eyes. "I appreciate that, Kels. I really do. It means a lot to me. But I’m fine. I’m expecting a phone call, kind of eager about it. I better get back to my office."
She may be gorgeous but I’m relieved to find out she’s as odd as the rest of us.
"Harper?"
"Bear." About damn time. It’s nearly noon. "Tell me about the note."
He doesn’t waste time. "No match. You can relax. It wasn’t even close."
Jesus. I feel instantly relieved. "Thank you."
"I’d like those roses. Your friend still has some kinda weird stalker thing going on."
"Yeah. Should we meet for lunch? You can talk to her directly," I offer, hoping Kelsey doesn’t have plans with Susan. "And don’t mention the suspicions we had last night. I didn’t tell her."
"No problem," he agrees. We make plans for him to come to the station first.
Kelsey is less receptive than I’d hoped.
"Do you have lunch plans?" I fish, trying to figure out her reluctance. Is it me? I thought we were past that. I’d hoped we were, anyway.
"No," she says slowly.
"It’s just business, Kels," I say shortly, allowing myself to get angry at her rejection. "And my buddy’ll be there. So I’ll have to keep my hands to myself."
"No," she responds quickly, rising from her chair. "No, Harper, it’s not that." She runs her hand through her hair and I know she’s trying to get the courage to tell me something. "It’s just ... if this person is following me, I don’t want him to see me talking to the cops. Your friend’s been on TV with those murders and I don’t want my admirer to think I ratted on him."
I understand her fear now. "Of course, you’re right. I’m sorry." I try my best lopsided grin, knowing I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive with her. We’ve both been trying.
"Can I talk to him here?"
"Yeah. I’m sorry, Little Roo. I should have thought about that." I should have, too. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my promise to her if I lose my ability to think after one sleepless night? I’ve had a shitload of sleepless nights before. Of course they were filled with arousing activity and not sitting on a curb with a thermos of coffee. I guess the arousing activity was more stimulating than Maxwell House. Hell, I know it was. I am glad to say, though, that Susan didn’t spend the night. She left just before midnight and I refrained from stuffing a banana up her tailpipe. Ooh, another thing that sounds dirty, but isn’t.
"Let’s order pizza," she suggests. "My treat."
I guess I’ve been forgiven.
Bear smiles nervously when I introduce him to Kelsey. "Pleasure," he manages, blushing to his roots.
Kelsey smiles back politely, obviously used to eliciting this reaction. "Thanks for coming here, Detective Brice."
"Call me Ted, please."
"No, call him Bear," I interject. I motion to the two pies lying on my desk. "Come on, let’s eat while it’s hot."
We settle around the desk to gorge ourselves on pizza. It is topped with pepperoni, sausage and hamburger. Kels makes a face as I pick up the first slice to my mouth. I pause in mid-bite. "What?"
"Is anything on four legs safe around you?"
"Chér, most things with two legs aren’t safe around me," I reply, giving her my most lascivious look.
"Hand me a slice," Kelsey answers, surprising me. Who knew she could flirt? Was she flirting?
Bear chuckles at my discomfort. "Ms. Stanton, when did the gifts begin?"
"It’s Kelsey. They began the day after Erik received the Popular Pick’s award. It started off with a dozen roses and a note."
"And how many have you received now?"
"About one every other day for the last three weeks. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, balloons, little poetry books, all that type of stuff. All with the same note: ‘From a Secret Admirer.’ Until yesterday when he put the dead roses in my car." She shivers, and it’s not from the cold.
"Do you still have that first note, Kels?" I ask, remembering she put it in her desk drawer.
"I think so. Want me to go get it?"
"That would be great if you could, Ms … Kelsey."
"Excuse me," she says, wiping her mouth and hands. I watch her leave, noticing yet again that she has a perfectly proportioned body. Damn Susan.
Bear catches me lusting after her but wisely says nothing. "Jesus, Harper, that means she’s received more than ten gifts from this nut."
"Some at home, some here, some in her fucking car. He’s called her at home, on her unlisted number."
"We need to get her some protection."
I laugh. "I don’t think she needs condoms."
He joins me, grateful for a break in the tension. "I’ll speak to Greg Komansky, he’s head of the Threat Management Unit."
"Nice euphemism."
"Well, we didn’t want to call it Stalkers Anonymous for God’s sake."
I wonder what’s taking Kelsey so long. I look over at her office and see her curled up in her chair, crying. "Bear!" I call as I am bounding out of my office and into hers.
On the floor are scattered pictures of her, and me, and Erik, and Susan. She’s clutching a note in her hand mindlessly. I remove it, trying to only touch it at its corners and place it on the desk. It reads "You belong to me."
"Come here," I say, even as I take her into my arms. She hugs me readily. Our boundaries are forgotten in the midst of crisis, as per standard operating procedure with us. I enfold her in a strong embrace, rocking her gently, whispering calming words.
Bear is gathering up the photographs with a gloved hand. He’s scared, I can tell. So am I.