Chapter Thirteen

Howard cursed. "Well, I haven't found out anything yet. You be careful. I don't know what he's up to, but I'm suspicious."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Well, do you want me to come back home?"

Yancey moved away from the wall and reached for the phone, but she glared up at him, hugging the receiver to her chest. "Do you mind? I'm trying to have a private conversation here."

The voice on the telephone became urgent. "Lisa?"

Yancey stalked off to his chair, muttering something under his breath. Sarah gave him a stern look.

Lisa put the receiver back to her ear. "Howard?"

"What's going on up there? Is he threatening you?"

She glanced at Yancey, who was giving the forward in the magazine on his lap undue attention. He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.

"No, he's just in one of his moods."

His head jerked up and his face flamed. He stood and slammed the magazine into the chair. "You want privacy? You've got it." He left the house, slamming the door so hard the hallway reverberated with the sound.

Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued her needlework.

"Lisa! What happened?" The voice on the phone was almost hysterical.

"He went outside. What do you want?"