“I agree....” “Alette's portrait is the one....” Walter Manning spoke up. “This has to be a unanimous decision.
My daughter's a professional artist”—he looked at Alette—“not a dilettante. “She did this as a favor. We can't turn her down.
“But, Walter—” “No, sir. “This has to be unanimous. We're either giving him my daughter's painting or we don't give him anything at all.”
Alette said, “I like her painting very much. Let's give it to the pastor.”
Walter Manning smiled smugly and said, “He's going to be very pleased with this.”
On his way home that evening, Walter Manning was killed by a hit-and-run driver. When Alette heard the news, she was stunned.
Chapter Four
Ashley Patterson was taking a hurried shower, late for work, when she heard the sound. A door opening? Closing?
She turned off the shower, listening, her heart pounding. Silence.
She stood there a moment, her body glistening with drops of water, then hurriedly dried herself and cautiously stepped into the bedroom.
Everything appeared to be normal. It's my stupid imagination again. I've got to get dressed.
She walked over to her lingerie drawer, opened it and stared down at it, unbelievingly. Someone had gone through her undergarments.
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