"You didn't—tell them anything else?"
A faint smile touched her lips and I seemed to see her face revealed for the first time without the mask of shyness. It was a face that mirrored warmth and a hidden humor, a sensitive, lovely face.
"There was no need," she said. "I do not think they are interested any more."
"But they didn't say why they wanted to see me?"
All at once she appeared to become aware of my close scrutiny and she took a step back. "Nothing," she said quickly. "They—they told me nothing."
She started to turn away and I stepped quickly toward her, catching her arm. "Wait!" I said urgently. I could feel a faint trembling under my fingers, a current of—what? Excitement? Fear? "I want to thank you—for being worried about me."
Her eyes met mine briefly and I was surprised to see that they reflected none of the timidity or apprehension that seemed to vibrate in her body.
"It is only natural that I would be concerned," she said, and even her voice held a different tone, a note of surprising tenderness.
And while I stared, she pulled away from me and ran lightly up the steps and into her trailer. The door closed firmly behind her.
I took a step after her. Her words came back to me, her news about the police. They would be back. And there could be only one reason for their wanting to talk to me again.