"Give it a try. The explosives are identical-Telgex. That's a strong link. In both cases, the police suspect an amateur, not a professional. That's link number two. No link on the sports car yet, but there might be."
"What are you going to tell her?" Paul asked, taking notes. "She looks scared half to death, almost lost."
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint her by telling her the same thing the police told her. Leave town. Pack and leave, and don't come back for a couple of months. I doubt if she could afford to hire a bodyguard."
Judith stayed with Tanya until Malcolm returned, slightly less than half an hour later. She slipped out of the room as Malcolm entered. Tanya stood before a grouping of photographs of the Stanley Cup winners. Grouped in three's, the pictures hung on the largest wall between the long windows.
"Hockey fan?" Malcolm asked.
"Not really," Tanya replied, turning toward him. "My boyfriend-that is, my ex boyfriend-was a member of the hockey team, here on campus. I went to watch him play and we watched some games on television."
"Why is he your ex boyfriend?"
"He won a scholarship, about two years ago. He moved to Denver."
Malcolm frowned, looked thoughtful. "His name…I remember reading about an up and coming young star… His name was Leight-John Leight."
"Jeff Leight, but you were close. You have an amazing memory."
"Jeff Leight, right." He gestured for Tanya to sit in front of him. "I'm afraid there isn't much I can do for you, Tanya. I agree with the suggestion the police gave you. Pack and leave. Move out of town for two or three months."
"I'm really a target, aren't I?" she asked, her eyes wide. Her fingers twisted the cross at her neck, rubbed at it, then turned it from side to side.
Malcolm nodded. "It appears so."
"What do other people do, if this happens to them? Do they all run away? Do they leave their jobs, their families, their lives, and just run?" Her voice was tight with tears.
"No, not everyone. Some people can afford to build protection around themselves. They hire guards around the clock. They have money, Tanya." His voice was soft, gentle.
"I have money."
"I'm sure you do, since you manage school and a nice home without working, but I speak of big money." Malcolm spread his arms wide. "Really big."