Shane pursed his lips, the disapproval plain upon his face.
Why did Sally have to speak up after I told Natalie that she had misheard it?
He had never met such a dense employee.
Natalie was amused by Shane’s scowl. “Get the door, please.”
“Don’t you want to go back to bed?” Shane asked.
“No, the sun’s up anyway.”
Shane grunted. Throwing the quilt off himself, he picked his robe up from the floor and opened the curtains and French windows with the push of a button on the remote control before opening the door.
As soon as the door was ajar, Sally grabbed Shane’s hand in her haste as she had mistaken him for Natalie. Upon realizing her error, she recoiled in fright at the fierce glare before her. “Mr. Shane, it’s you?” she blurted in her panic.
Shane was in no mood to address her foolish question. “What is it?” he snapped.
Sally straightened up. “Great news,” she announced solemnly.
“What sort of great news?” Shane frowned.
Sally took a deep breath. “An employee of the clubhouse caught the woman who had been delivering the boxes.”
“What?” Natalie exclaimed, having just joined them at the door with a triumphant smile on her lips. “Is it Jacqueline?”
“I’m not sure, but I don’t think so.” Sally shook her head. “If it is, Mr. Campbell would have mentioned it.”
Natalie’s face fell at her words.
Shane narrowed his eyes. “Even if it is not Jacqueline, it is most likely her proxy. I’ll go over and see if I can extract any information from her on Jacqueline. Join me when you’ve washed up.”
Without another word, he stepped out and disappeared around the bend, leaving Natalie and Sally at the door.
Natalie pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Jacqueline has been waiting for me to let my guard down before attempting to frighten me again. It’s a good thing her sidekick walked right into the trap we laid for her.”
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