The Shadow Hunter

picked up a lot of murmuring about not being able to trust anyone. It’s possible somebody tipped him off.”
    “About you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You think he knows you’re a plant?”
    “He may.”
    Travis approached her slowly. “If he knows about you…”
    “It could send him over the edge. I’m aware of that. See why I didn’t sleep until he did? Even then I maxed out the volume on my audio gear so if he got up in the night, I’d hear him. I was afraid he’d do something extreme.” She took a breath. “There’s something else.”
    “Yes?”
    “The night before last, I used the hot tub at the apartment complex. Somebody snuck up on me and pushed me under.”
    “Tried to
drown
you?”
    She nodded. “I scared him off with a broken beer bottle. Never saw him. Don’t think it was Hickle—he seemed otherwise occupied, from what I could tell. But maybe it was his accomplice. If there is an accomplice. I just don’t know…”
    “Why didn’t you tell me about your near-death experience when we spoke yesterday afternoon?”
    “I wasn’t sure it meant anything.”
    “Somebody tries to kill you and you think it might not mean anything? Come on, Abby, you can do better than that.”
    “All right, the truth is, I didn’t want you pulling me off the case.”
    “I see.”
    She stared at him. “You’re not going to do that, right, Paul? Right?”
    He didn’t answer. “Did you see Hickle this morning?
    “Yes, on the video monitor.”
    “How was he? Still agitated?”
    “I think so. Can’t be sure. He didn’t hang around long. Left for work at five thirty. I drove past the donut shop on my way over here and saw his car in the parking lot.”
    “If he hasn’t varied his usual routine, maybe he’s not as worked up as you think.”
    “Or maybe he’s maintaining his routine to give himself time to think.”
    “Biding his time? Getting ready to strike?”
    “Yes.”
    “Against Kris—or you?”
    “Maybe both of us.”
    “All right. So tell me. If there is an informant, who could it be?”
    Abby shrugged. “Someone with inside knowledge and a motive.”
    “Then we’re looking for somebody who knows you’re on this case. Somebody who can get in touch with Hickle. Somebody who would want to sell you out. And somebody who wants Kris dead.”
    “Right.” She hugged herself. “I’ve gotta tell you, I hate this a lot. You know me, the original control freak. Now suddenly everything feels like it’s out of control. I should be the one with all the secrets, but now Hickle has a secret I can’t guess. It—it’s got me kind of unnerved.”
    “Did you get any sleep at all?”
    “Couple hours. Not good sleep, I kept having this dream…Forget about that. It’s not important.”
    “A psychologist who says dreams aren’t important?”
    “I’m not a psychologist.”
    “Neither am I. Tell me anyway. It’s not good to hold these things inside you.”
    “Well…I dreamed I was in the hot tub again, being held down, only this time I didn’t find a way to fight back. I just struggled until my air ran out, and then…”
    Travis put his arms around her. “It’s okay,” he whispered as he rocked her gently.
    “No, it isn’t. I don’t like falling apart like this.”
    “You aren’t falling apart.”
    “Well, wimping out, then.”
    “You’re not doing that, either. But under the circumstances it might be best if we…altered our strategy.”
    “Took me off the job? Is that what you’re saying?”
    “It may be the only prudent solution—”
    She pulled free. “No chance. I’m not running away. I signed up for the duration.”
    “If Hickle has been tipped off, you can’t achieve anything useful anyway.”
    “Wrong. I can watch him the way I did last night. Besides, he may not even know about me. He may not know anything. And I’m not a quitter, Paul.”
    “We’re talking about your life…”
    “Right. My life. Therefore, my decision.”
    He studied her. “This isn’t about Devin Corbal, is it?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “I mean trying to prove yourself to me. Or redeem yourself. Something like that.”
    “Don’t get inside my head, please.”
    “I just want to know why you’re so insistent on taking this kind of risk.”
    “Maybe I just like to live on the edge. Or maybe you’re right about Corbal. What difference does it make? It’s my job, and I’m doing it, and that’s that.”
    She glared at him, defying him to disagree.
    Travis relented.