“I’m looking at the number as we speak. It’s phenomenal. I don’t get that many comments in a month, let alone six hours.”

“Obviously your caller hit a hot button with listeners.”

“No kidding.” She twisted her wrist to see her watch. “Are you still at the office? It’s after seven.”

“I know. I asked Meg to stay late too and spot-check the comments, give us a read on positives versus negatives. But if the random sampling I did is any indication, your listeners appear to be supportive.”

“That’s my take from the few I’ve scanned. You do realize Meg will be there until midnight culling through them for any negative remarks that may interest law enforcement—unless you rein her in. She’s super conscientious.”

“I know. I already talked to her about a cutoff. I also assigned a couple of other people to help with the task. We can pick it up again tomorrow. Have you heard anything more from the detective?”

“No.” Unfortunately.

“I don’t think they have much to work with on this.” He sighed. “You doing okay?”

“Hanging in. I did back-to-back spinning classes, and now I’m going to start stripping the hardwood floor in my living room. Physical activity is a great stress reducer.”

“Refinishing floors definitely qualifies. I’ll let you get to it.”

“Would you ask Meg to give me a call if she comes across any comments that raise a red—”

Ding dong.

She fumbled the cell and pivoted toward the hall.

“Eve?”

“Sorry.” She tightened her grip on the phone. “Someone’s at my door.”

“Don’t open it until you’re certain it’s safe.” Concern sharpened Doug’s voice.

“Trust me, that’s the plan.”

“You want me to stay on the line until you see who it is?”

She quashed her first inclination to decline. Brent’s advice to watch her back and take extra precautions was sensible. Accepting Doug’s offer would be smart.

“Sure. Give me a sec.” She exited the office and hurried down the hall, staying in the shadows as she approached the front door and sidled up to one of the sidelights to peek out.

Eve blinked.

Why on earth was Grace in town in the middle of the week?

“Eve? Is there a problem?”

Doug’s urgency refocused her. “No. It’s my sister. Thanks for staying on the line.”

“Glad to do it. I’ll be in touch tomorrow with a firmer handle on the tone of social media response.”

The bell chimed again.

“Thanks. Talk to you then.” She ended the call and opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too.” Grace breezed past, the large white bag in her hand leaving a tantalizing aroma in its wake. “Shut the door.”

Eve complied. “Why are you here?”