Chapter 13It was barely seven Friday morning. I was downstairs at the inn, drinking coffee—part of the abbreviated Continental breakfast Mrs. Bartlett offered her customers—and pacing.
She watched me with a mix of amusement and concern.
“He’ll get here when he gets here,” she said more than once.
I’d told her what he was doing and why since she already knew the reason I was staying at the inn. She was upset that my stalker was Jason, deeming him “A nice man who obviously has problems no one was aware of.”
I agreed, although it didn’t make it any easier to accept as I’d thought of him as a friend.
By seven-thirty I was ready to go looking for Alan and Jason and damn the consequences. I didn’t have to, as Alan showed up a few minutes later. Before I could quiz him about his talk with Ja
