resources to investigate. That meant contacting Sanders in order to get his approval. When she had called Griffinâs Rest earlier today, she had spoken to Barbara Jean.
âHeâs in a meeting with a potential client. Iâll have him call you as soon as possible.â
That had been two and a half hours ago. If Nic had been there, she wouldnât have kept Maleah waiting. But she and Sanders were not close friends, simply coworkers at the agency. It wasnât that she disliked Sanders. Quite the contrary was true. She liked and respected Griffâs right-hand man, but she found his formal manners and his military bearing if not exactly intimidating then at the very least forbidding. From the first time she had taken her turn as head of security at Griffinâs Rest, a position that routinely rotated among agents, she had thought it odd and at the same time rather endearing that the solemn, austere Sanders and the sweet, gregarious Barbara Jean were a couple. It was obvious to everyone that she adored him and that he, in his own way, cared deeply for her.
It wasnât until she and Nic had become close friends that Nic told her Sanders had, years ago, lost his wife and child. If Nic had known the particulars of the tragedy, she had not seen fit to share the information with Maleah. Sanders himself was as secretive about his past, if not more so, than Griff was; but Barbara Jean was an open book. Everyone who knew her knew she had been paralyzed in a devastating car accident and after many surgeries and years of physical therapy, she had been left a paraplegic. She considered herself lucky to have survived and found joy in her life every day. The topic she chose not to discuss, but that everyone at Powellâs was aware of, was the fact that her younger sister had been one of the many victims of the Beauty Queen Killer, who had also murdered the first wife of one of Griffâs best friends, Judd Walker.
Maleah was deep in thoughtâremembering the last time she had seen the Walkers, Judd and his new wife and their two young daughtersâwhen the phone rang. She recognized the number immediately. Griffinâs Rest.
âHello.â
âI received your message,â Sanders said.
âThen you know that I called to get your okay to take on a new client.â
âLorie Hammonds is a friend of your brotherâs wife. Is that correct?â
âYes, Lorie and Cathy are best friends.â
âAnd Ms. Hammonds has received two letters threatening her life?â
âYes.â
âHave you notified the local authorities?â
âI have. I personally spoke to Sheriff Mike Birkett last night.â
âAnd you believe that the situation warrants the Powell Agency becoming involved.â
âYes. Pro bono. Ms. Hammonds is not a rich woman.â
âI see.â
Maleah could tell by the tone of Sandersâs voice that he was actually considering denying her request. âLook, Iâm on vacation, but if youâll give me an okay to take Lorie on as a client, Iâll work without pay for the duration of my time off from the agency.â
Silence.
Damn it, say something. But when he remained silent, she knew he was thinking about her proposition.
âAgreed,â Sanders told her. âYou took time off to stay in Dunmore for two weeks, on a paid vacation. Use that time to begin the investigation, and if when your vacation comes to an end you have found evidence that Ms. Hammondsâs life is in danger, then Powellâs will pick up the tab for continuing the investigation.â
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief. âThank you. I assume this means that the agencyâs resources are at my disposal?â
âCertainly. However, unless you can show me the necessity of additional agents becoming involvedââ
âI donât think Lorie needs a personal bodyguard at this point, but if she does, Iâll handle