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“What kind of delivery?”
    The boy stuck a bouquet of roses with an envelope into the gap and scurried away before she could ask any questions. She caught the vase before it could hit the marble entryway.
    “Wonder what his problem was.” Kate scanned the card and all the oxygen left her lungs in a rush of air.
    A cold chill swept down her spine, and she quickly secured the deadbolt on her door. For a moment nerves got the best of her and her knees jellied. The note slipped from her fingers, danced in the air before settling to the wood at her feet.
    The words stared up at her, as direct as a pointed finger.
    Looking forward to our next meeting, Kate.
    It was signed John Ramsey.
     
    “You’re off the story.” Aaron paced his office, sweat beading on his forehead.
    Kate shot up out of her chair. “What? No, you can’t do that! This is my story, Aaron.”
    He shook his head violently and a thin lock of hair fell across his eyes. With a muttered curse, he patted it back into place. “This guy knows where you live, Kate.”
    “He could have gotten that off the application I made to visit him. A guy like that has to have connections in prison. It’s a scare tactic. He just wants to unnerve me.”
    “Did it work? ’Cause I gotta tell you it’s scared the hell out of me.”
    “Okay, I’ll admit it did make me a little nervous.” At her editor’s stony glare she amended her statement. “It does make me a little nervous.” More glaring. “A lot nervous. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to back down. This guy chose me. Why I don’t know, but I’m not walking away from this.”
    “Yeah well, I want to know why he chose you too, especially now, but I’m just not so sure either of us is going to like the answer.” Aaron shook his head, reached for his mug of coffee and grimaced. “Jessie, get me some more damn coffee!”
    The sound of sneakers slapping against tile brought a smile to Kate’s lips. Jessie, Aaron’s editorial assistant, dashed into the office wearing a vivid yellow T-shirt and a broad grin he directed at Kate. “Yes, Mr. Kendrick?”
    “Coffee. Now. And stop staring at Kate.”
    Jessie’s face flushed. He scooped the mug off Aaron’s desk and retreated from the office just as quickly as he’d entered.
    “I know this has you a little freaked, Aaron, but remember your blood pressure.”
    “Between you and Marilyn telling me all the time, I don’t have to remember it.” With a grunt, he seated himself behind his desk and clamped an unlit cigar between his teeth. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah. No story is worth risking your life.”
    “Don’t you think that’s being a little dramatic? I got flowers, not a head in a box.”
    “Well, don’t be surprised if that’s what you get next.” He rocked back in his chair, planted his feet on the edge of his desk. “No. I’m not having it.”
    Kate began to pace. “Are you telling me you’re killing the story?”
    Aaron’s gaze jerked away from hers.
    Realization dawning, she stormed over to his desk where he sat hunched over and avoiding her eyes. “Wait a second! You’re not killing the story. You’re just taking it away from me!” He still wouldn’t look at her. “What? Are you going to give it to one of the beefy guys in sports? They know nothing about this type of writing, and the only other person we have working the crime beat is Guy Yeltson. And I could take him in a fight any day of the week. I could only imagine what someone like John Ramsey could do to him. But you can’t do that anyway since John Ramsey will only talk to me.”
    With a shrug, Aaron conceded that portion of the argument. “Guy is small, isn’t he?” He sighed and rocked back in his chair. “What do you want me to do, Kate? I know this guy is still behind bars but he had long enough arms to get someone to send you flowers in his name. I don’t trust what he might do next, and you should be a little more concerned in my opinion.”
    “Aaron, I