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But Catherine just hadn’t felt the same, and now they simply remained close friends. It always seemed as if Jackson was still looking out for her though, and he had been around for some of the worst times of her life here.
    “Hello Mrs Watts; Miss Adams. I’m sorry to interrupt, I just wondered if I could talk to Miss Adams for a moment? It’s very important.”
    Mrs Watts raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Catherine, who shrugged slightly. She sighed, and nodded towards the pair. “Alright. But make it quick.”
    “Thank you.” Jackson beckoned to Catherine, and slid back through the door, a paper streamer from the display next to the doorframe attaching itself momentarily to his back, floating away again as he passed. Catherine chewed her lip at the thought of what the hell he could want to talk to her about, and followed him out, ignoring the children’s hushed whispers.
    She closed the door behind her with a click, and then folded her arms, looking straight at Jackson. He always looked far too smart for his own good, with a crisp white shirt tucked into light blue jeans. Wavy blond hair was styled on his head, highlighting his eyes that were so blue they were almost white. Catherine knew lots of women wouldn’t understand why she had turned him down; she knew that several of the children’s mothers swooned over him at school events. But she had just never felt that pull. She looked down at the cheap but tough green carpet below her feet, and toed at a large grey mark. “So, what have you pulled me out of class for?”
    Jackson shook his head dramatically . “Are you serious? Shawna called me and told me what happened. I don’t know why you’re even in today! You should be down at the police station, telling them.”
    Catherine groaned, and rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to kill her. I asked her not to tell anyone…look, I’m going later, okay? I’m not going to miss work for that, but I am going.”
    Running a hand through his hair, Jackson stared her in silence for a second, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What the-no! What is wrong with you, Catherine? Why aren’t you more worried about this? Hell no, you’re going down to that police station right now, and I’m coming with you.” The expression on his face told her that there would be no arguments about this.
    Groaning in annoyance, Catherine turned and entered the classroom, wondering what she was going to tell Mrs Watts…

Chapter 4
     
    “S o what did you say to Mrs Watts?”
    Catherine shrugged. “Not much. She actually asked me if it was something I had to leave for , and I just said yes. I don’t need the whole town knowing-that is, if Shawna hasn’t already told them all.”
    Jackson shifted slightly in his seat, and clunked the gear stick, turning the huge steering wheel of his pick-up sideways. He shook his head again. “I still can’t work out why the hell you didn’t go this morning? What could stop you going straight away?”
    Turning her head, Catherine stared out of the window, watching the buildings roll past, as her thoughts drifted back to a long ago. Taking a deep breath, she replied, “Look, a long time ago, just after my dad disappeared, my mum and I…we got all these death threats. My mum just panicked, as you would , and she had to go to the doctors for all these pills. She was a wreck. I remember it so well; I was always so worried for her. We took it to the police, and they followed it up for a while, but they never found anyone behind them, and eventually the threats just…petered away. So they dropped the case, and we moved on with our lives. So last night, it shook me up, but it’s probably just some sicko from years ago. That’s why I didn’t rush straight to Joe.”
    “It still sounds pretty worrying. I don’t think I’d be as calm as you if I was getting death threats. Must be that British charm.” Jackson drawled, winking at Catherine. She grinned back, but it didn’t meet
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