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pretty and petite, and Oliver so dark and handsome. She had wanted to mention the cup but had held back. Next time she would she decided, but for now developing the drug story was proving to be harder than any she had ever come across.

      * * *

      Two days later when she was trying to decide whom to turn to next, Guy called. He was visiting his aunt and uncle in Brunswick and wanted to meet with her. He suggested they meet at Old Fort Frederica on St. Simons. He felt they would not be noticed walking among the tourists.

      Guy walked to her, embraced her, and whispered in her ear. "I feel like I'm being followed, so act like you're my date." He then kissed her, a little too passionately to suit Kate. But since she wanted to hear what he had to say, she kept her mouth shut. They strolled around the landmark, trying to look and act like tourists, but they both kept an eye out for anyone trying to shadow them.

      "I overheard some of my clients talking about racehorses and Saratoga," Guy said, nervously.

      "Maybe, they just like the horses," Kate said, trying to sound businesslike and keep a little distance between Guy and herself.

      "I don't think so," Guy asserted. "In all the years I've been running my shuttle service, this is the first time I have ever heard either mentioned." They had stopped in front of a section of the old stone walls, and Guy leaned against it, watching everyone who walked by.

      "That is strange," Kate said. "Thank you for telling me."

      He abruptly gave her a peck on her cheek and strolled away. Kate remained for a while, continuing to walk through the fort. This news coupled with Maria's information perplexed her. But noticing the sun was lower on the horizon, she headed for the condo.

      By the time she arrived, Kathryn had dinner prepared. They dined on lemon-pepper chicken sautéed in white wine with a medley of yellow quash, tomatoes, and onions, accompanied by sourdough rolls and Chardonnay wine. After dinner, while enjoying a second glass of wine, they watched the local evening news. The TV news anchor informed them that a man driving a red Honda Civic had been hit at an intersection by a BMW. The driver of the BMW, who had left the scene, had failed to stop for the red light. The man had been flown by helicopter to a hospital trauma center in Jacksonville and was listed in critical condition. The local police had learned that the BMW was a rental car out of Jax.

      Oh, my goodness," Kate cried out. "It can't be. I think that's the car Guy was driving when I met him this afternoon. Maybe, he was being followed!"

      "Kate, what man are you talking about?"

      "I'm sorry, Grandmother. It's a man I met with this afternoon in connection to a story I'm working on. I have to call the hospital and find out."

      Kate went to the kitchen and called information for Jacksonville and obtained the phone number for the hospital. Then she called the hospital and asked for patient information. After a woman's voice answered, she asked, "Has Guy Johnson been admitted?"

      The hospital receptionist replied, "Yes, he has been admitted in critical condition."

      "Can you tell me anything else about his condition?" Kate inquired.

      "Are you a relative?"

      "No, I'm not."

      "I'm sorry but I can't give out any further information," the woman said and hung up.

      Kate rejoined her grandmother in the living room.

      "Kate, dear, what's going on?" Kathryn asked.

      Not wanting to alarm her grandmother, Kate simply said, "Evidently, the man with whom I met this afternoon has been involved in a serious accident and is on the critical list."

      "It's not your fault. You had no way of knowing where the man was going after your meeting." Kathryn assured her, giving her a hug and telling her that she was going to visit her friend Mary in the condo next door. Mary wanted to show her the pictures of her recent trip to Italy.

      After carrying the wine glasses to the kitchen sink, Kate slid the sliding glass doors open and walked onto the balcony and sat in one of her grandmother's rattan chairs. She had to leave for Saratoga as soon as she could. For a moment she thought how nice it would be to take Kathryn to Saratoga. Her grandmother would adore all the lovely old Victorian homes and the flowers planted along the streets. They could eat in a different restaurant every night, for Saratoga offered every kind of culinary fare. But of course, she could not take her. Guy's car may have been deliberately hit. If someone was following him, maybe the person had seen the two of them together.

      She then realized that finding a place to stay in the town of Saratoga this time of year would be almost impossible. Maria had reserved a series of rooms at the Sheraton for her out of town guests, but the wedding was four weeks away. She'd call Maria in the morning and see if she had any suggestions.

      Her thoughts returned to Guy, who had given her valuable tips over several years. She generally knew he was no saint, but he had tried to help her. If she could get into the hospital and see him, he could possibly shed some light on who could be after him. But then she thought she had better stay away from the hospital for she might be recognized. If someone had tried to kill him, the person may try to finish the job. She decided to get a copy of the police report and see what it had to say. She would call Bob. He could get a copy and fax it to her.

      Early the next morning while still in bed, she called Maria to catch her before she left for work. "I need to come to Saratoga now. Do you know of anywhere I could stay?"

      Maria answered the phone with her mouth full of toast but managed to mumble, "Hello, is that you, Kate. Wait a sec." She swallowed the toast and took a sip of coffee. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any room at my place. My family is in and out, making preparations for the wedding. Let me ask around and try to find you a place."

      "Thanks. And will you do me another favor?" Kate asked, sitting up in bed.

      "Okay, but make it fast. I'm already late for work," responded Maria.

      "If I send you a cup, do you think you can have it analyzed for prints and then have them checked in your computer data base?"

      "May I ask whose you think they are?" inquired Maria.

      "Please don't. Can you also have them checked in the FBI files?"

      "Okay, girlfriend, as long as a set of clear prints can be lifted, I'll have them checked for you. But now I have to go." Maria hung up.

      Kate didn't feel elated about what she had done, but Rod had left her little choice. Grabbing her robe, she went to the kitchen to find Kathryn. "Grandmother, I'm going to buy a new car," Kate said.

      "Here, sit down and have some coffee and cinnamon rolls. I had them sent over from the bakery." While Kate perched herself at the counter table, Kathryn poured her a cup of coffee and set a plate of rolls in front of her.

      "It's about time I own a car," Kate said. "Besides I have to go to Saratoga before the wedding to work on a story, and I'll need transportation."

      "Kate, dear, you know you're welcome to drive mine."

      "I know I can, but Saratoga is over a thousand miles away, and a classic car like yours shouldn't be pushed that hard. Besides, I need a car since I seem to be working more in the States. I have the money in my account to buy one, don't I?"

      "Kate, you live so frugally you could buy several cars."

      Because Kate had always traveled so much, she had all of her payment checks sent to her grandmother's home. Her grandmother deposited the checks into a bank account from which Kate used ATM's and debit cards to withdraw funds.

      "In that case, tomorrow, I'm going car shopping. As soon as Maria calls me back, I'll have to leave. Grandmother, I wish I could take you with me, but I don't know how long investigating this story will take."

      Kathryn poured more coffee for them and then divulged. "I worry about you, Kate. Remember the time when you were in that American lit class in college?"

      "No, I don't," Kate said.

      Frowning,

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