“I thought you were looking for the kidnapper.”
“I’m waiting on Ivy’s brother to arrive, and then we’ll begin searching for the kidnapper again. Not to mention that we are clueless about where Younger has gone.”
“All right. This one is wanted for armed robbery. Wear your bulletproof vest.”
She was thinking she might wait and see if Grayson wanted to help her out. “Where has he been seen?”
“At the Bagel Shop on Elm Avenue.”
She assumed that he wouldn’t be there for long. “Okay, I’m off.” She called Grayson. “Hey, I have another bail skipper case. It’s a guy who missed a court date who committed armed robbery.”
“He shouldn’t have gotten bonded out.”
“I agree. But he’s at the Bagel Shop on Elm Avenue, so if you are close by, I’ll wait for you. My bondsman wants me to wear a bulletproof vest.”
“Wait for me. If he’s that dangerous, you should have a partner. I’m checking my GPS. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Perfect. I’ll park near there. He doesn’t know my vehicle or who I am, but if he sees the cage in the car, he might get suspicious.”
“All right. I’ll be there soon.”
Grayson had been surprised to learn that Kendra was a bounty officer in the first place. Very few females were in that line of work. It helped to be a big, trained male while taking down a dangerous perp. She was petite, and dealing with a possibly armed assailant was not safe.
He called Rowland to make him aware that Younger had texted Ivy again.
Rowland swore under his breath. “Hell, does he think he can con her again?”
“It sounds like it. I suspect he figures his prey got away, and he still wants to finish what he started. My father and brother are protecting her. But Younger might end up going to our home if he figures out where she lives.”
“So are you staying there?”
“No, I’m helping Kendra with a case. I’m nearly there.”
“All right. We’ve got a shooting we’re looking into—a dispute over paying for a car. But we have a couple of men looking into your sister’s kidnapping case.”
“Good. I see Kendra. I’ll talk to you later.” Grayson parked next to Kendra’s car.
“You’re wearing your bulletproof vest,” she said to Grayson, getting out of her SUV.
“Yeah. Do you see him?”
“He’s there, the first seat by the window. He’s alone.” She motioned to him with her head.
“You would think if he’s not going to go to his court date, he would flee the country,” Grayson said.
“I know, right? It would be the only way to get off our radar. But there he is.”
“Not a shifter, correct?”
“Not a shifter.” She took hold of Grayson’s hand and walked him into the shop.
He realized she was using him in an undercover operation. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
She smiled, her expression amused. He carefully pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She approached the fugitive on bail, handed him an arrest warrant, and identified herself as a Fugitive Recovery Agent.
The guy began to rise from his seat. Six-one and 275 pounds, he was big, bald by choice, with tattoos all over his head, neck, and arms. Grayson said he was a bounty hunter also and told the man to put his hands behind his back. His narrowed dark brown eyes looked at Grayson, then Kendra. He reached into his pocket. Grayson grabbed his hand and threatened to break every bone in it.
