“Tell me what you got, Riggs.” Matt paced restlessly away from the speaker telephone on his desk, whirled around and headed back.
“Not much. She was here at the mall, Saks Fifth Avenue again. Bought a red dress.”
“Red? That’s a red dress?” What? Trying to figure out what was going on in her head was like trying to work his way out of a maze in a blizzard.
“Affirmative. Clerk showed it to me. All I can say is, wow. She’s got someone in her sights.”
Despite clamping down on his thoughts, Matt felt a pang at missing the dress. With her legs—he frowned. Who was she targeting? He almost looked behind him. He didn’t know how he knew. He just did. She was pissed at him. Not all the other people, good, bad and ugly, she should be pissed at. Him. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t caused the mess at the
