She caught her breath. The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face. His expression softened. "Stay close to me. I won't let anything happen to you." His hand dropped from her arm and she opened the door. Was he threatening her?
In her room that night, she wrote a letter to Connie explaining what she had observed. There was no point alarming Connie about her situation, so she didn't mention the conversation with Giddon that had inspired the letter. The logical thing to do was leave, but she had a good job and she wasn't sure there was anything untoward going on. Still, it didn't hurt to let someone know - just in case. Giddon was obviously watching her, so calling on her telephone might be tipping her hand.
She re-read the letter and then added another paragraph.
"You're right. He is handsome, but I've never met anyone with such moods! Could you have Howard look into his record? It would make me feel better.
I think I'm ready to look for that car now. If Len has time, maybe he could help me. He used to be a pretty good mechanic."
Howard and Connie would keep the investigation private. Before she folded the letter, Lisa described the incident with Allen, asking Connie if she had given him the instructions to the Giddon house.
She sat staring absently out the window. It was difficult to believe that Connie would tell Allen, knowing his weakness for alcohol, but how else would he have known? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he was here to see Giddon, and was distracted - or even worried that she would detect his source.
She glanced down at the sealed envelope in her hand. Would Giddon try to intercept it? Probably not. He hadn't discouraged the short telephone calls with Connie on his phone. Maybe she was letting her imagination get the better of her. There was nothing illegal going on, simply mysterious. Anyway, hadn't Giddon said that he wouldn't let anything happen to her as long as she was close to him?
She rubbed her temples and took a deep breath. He had only said that because he was trying to discourage her from prying into his business. It was meant as a threat, not a promise. Sarah would do whatever Giddon said, because he was her son . . . and Tammy had no choice. Tammy. If Giddon was involved in a drug ring, Tammy needed a way out.
She shook her head to remove the cobwebs of imagination. There was probably an innocent explanation for the scene at the building. What she needed to do was get a look inside the building and put her fears to rest. But how could she do that when he was there every day?