High Noon

than she’d prepared herself for to leave her family. Cops on the door, she reminded herself. But none of those cops was her. She’d consider the control issue some other time, Phoebe told herself. But right at the moment, she wished that she could split herself into two parts, and that one of them could stand watch over the house and everyone in it.
    She hated, too, that she’d had to ask Carter and Josie to move in temporarily. It was safer, and more efficient to have the people she considered most at risk under one roof.
    But it was still a hell of a thing to ask a couple who were basically still on their honeymoon.
    Yet they’d come. There was little, she knew, Carter wouldn’t do for her. And less yet, Phoebe thought, he wouldn’t do to make sure his wife was safe and sound.
    And still, come morning, they’d all have to go on—to some extent—with their lives. To work, to the market, to the bank. She’d keep Carly home from school—just a day or two of indulgence there—until she was confident her daughter could be protected outside the house.
    For now, she went downstairs to tell her family she had to leave. And was surprised to see Duncan huddled in the parlor with Carter and Josie. She’d assumed he went home after she took Carly upstairs to tell her about her father.
    They stopped talking when she stepped in, and every eye turned to her.
    “Plots, plans?” she said, in a halfhearted attempt to keep it light. “Duncan, I didn’t realize you were still here.”
    “Thought I’d hang around awhile. How’s the kid?”
    “She’s a tough little bird. She’ll be okay. She went down the back way to see my mother in the kitchen. Carter, Jo…Lousy situation, that’s about all I can say. I have a number I’d like both of you to log into your cell phones. Direct line to the precinct, and a situation room set up for your protection. Anything, anything at all strikes you as off, you call it. Duncan, I’d appreciate it if you’d log in the number, too.”
    “Do you really think this lunatic would try to hurt one of us?” Josie asked her.
    “I’m not going to take the chance.” Stress, Phoebe noted, around Josie’s usually cheerful eyes. Death threats weren’t the norm for a hospice nurse who marries a schoolteacher. “You’re on a case now, right?”
    “Yeah. I’m taking the seven-to-four shift, cancer patient. Private home on Bull Street.”
    “Good, close to my cop shop. If you could write down all the particulars, all the names—the other nurses, the people in the house, your routine, it’ll be helpful. Same for you, Carter—your class schedule, meetings, everything. Duncan—”
    “I’m probably a little less structured, schedule-wise.”
    “Have you considered private security? Just temporarily.”
    “I’m not having some hulk walking two steps behind me. My house is covered; I’ve taken care of it. You’ve got enough to worry about. I’ll worry about me.”
    “I’m not egotistic enough to say this is happening because of me. It’s not. But I’m pissed enough—and I’m good enough—to say I’m going to find out who’s trying to get to me through the people in my life. And doing that is one of the reasons I have to go.”
    “You’re going out?” Carter moved forward immediately to take her arm. “Phoebe, the point is he’s trying to get to you. Herding us up eliminates his being able to hurt any of us. And gives him more reason to go straight at you.”
    “If and when, I’ll be ready. Carter, I’ve got a child who needs me. I don’t intend to be careless or stupid. Dave’s coming by to pick me up, and I’m going into the station house, where I’ll be surrounded by other cops.”
    “Being surrounded by cops didn’t stop one of them from sending you to the hospital,” Josie pointed out.
    “No, and I won’t be that easy a mark again. Arnie Meeks is the reason I need to go in. He’s being brought in for questioning. I need to be there. I need you to stay here, to keep everything as calm and normal as possible.” She touched Carter’s cheek. “Roy wasn’t prepared. Why should he have been? But we are. And we’re going to get through this. It’s what we do, isn’t it? Get through.”
    “Mama’s scared to death.”
    “I know.” Nothing could be done about it. “I’m counting on you. And I’m resting easier on that count having a nurse in residence. You’re taking a lot of weight off me, Josie.”
    “We’ll be fine,” Josie assured