Blindsighted (Grant County #1) - Karin Slaughter Page 0,71

looking for Jeb?”

“Yes,” Sara answered.

“Heard about last night,” Marty said, obviously fishing for information. “That’s a college girl, huh?”

Sara nodded, because that much could be found from the paper.

Marty’s voice lowered. “Heard she was messed with.”

“Mmm,” Sara answered, looking around the store. “Is he here?” she asked.

“They both looked alike, too.”

“What’s that?” Sara asked, suddenly paying attention.

“Both them girls,” Marty said. “You think there’s some kind of connection?”

Sara cut the conversation short. “I really need to talk to Jeb.”

“He’s out back.” Marty pointed toward the pharmacy, a hurt expression on her face.

Sara thanked Marty with a forced smile as she made her way toward the back of the store. Sara had always liked being in the pharmacy. She had bought her first tube of mascara here. On weekends, her father used to drive them to the store for candy. Not much had changed since Jeb bought the place. The soda counter, which was more for show than for serving drinks, still shone from polish. Contraceptives were still kept behind the counter. The narrow aisles up and down the length of the store were still labeled with signs made from marker and poster board.

Sara peered over the pharmacy counter but didn’t see Jeb. She noticed the back door was open, and with a look over her shoulder, she walked behind the counter.

“Jeb?” she called. There was no response, and Sara walked to the open door. Jeb was standing to the side, his back to Sara. She tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped.

“God,” he yelled, turning around quickly. The fear on his face was replaced by pleasure when he saw Sara.

He laughed. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” Sara apologized, but the truth was she was glad he could get worked up over something. “What were you doing?”

He pointed to a row of bushes lining the long parking lot behind the buildings. “See in that bush?”

Sara shook her head, not seeing anything but bushes. Then, “Oh,” as she saw a small bird nest.

“Finches,” Jeb said. “I put a feeder out there last year, but some kids from the school took it away.”

Sara turned toward him. “About last night,” she began.

He waved her off. “Please, Sara, believe me, I understand. You were with Jeffrey a long time.”

“Thank you,” she said, meaning it.

Jeb looked back into the pharmacy, lowering his voice. “I’m sorry about what happened, too. You know, with the girl.” He shook his head slowly side to side. “It’s just hard to think about things like that happening in your own town.”

“I know,” Sara answered, not really wanting to get into it. “I guess I can forgive you, skipping out on our date to save somebody’s life.” He put his hand over the right side of his chest. “Did you really put your hand on her heart?”

Sara moved his hand to the left side. “Yes.”

“Good Lord,” Jeb breathed. “How did it feel?”

Sara gave him the truth. “Scary,” she said. “Very scary.”

His voice was filled with admiration when he said, “You are a remarkable woman, Sara. Do you know that?”

She felt silly being praised. “I’ll give you a rain check if you want,” she offered, trying to move him off the topic of Julia Matthews. “For our date, I mean.”

He smiled, genuinely pleased. “That’d be great.”

A breeze came and Sara rubbed her arms. “It’s getting cold again.”

“Here.” He led her back inside, shutting the door behind them. “You doing anything this weekend?”

“I don’t know,” Sara said. Then, “Listen, I came to see if Jeffrey picked up his medication.”

“Well.” Jeb clasped his hands together. “I guess that means you’re busy this weekend.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Sara paused, then said, “It’s just complicated.”

“Yeah.” He forced a smile. “No problem. I’ll check his script.”

She couldn’t stand to see the disappointment on his face. She turned the Medic Alert display to give herself something to do. Bookmarks with religious sayings were alongside diabetes bracelets.

Jeb opened a large drawer under the counter and pulled out an orange pill bottle. He double-checked the label, then said, “He called it in but didn’t pick it up yet.”

“Thanks,” Sara managed, taking the bottle. She held it in her hand, staring at Jeb. She spoke before she could back out of it. “Why don’t you call me?” she asked. “About this weekend.”

“Yeah, I will.”

She reached out with her free hand, smoothing the lapel of his lab coat. “I mean it, Jeb. Call me.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly he leaned down, kissing her lightly on the