Page 131 of I’ll Be Watching You

“Let’s go,” I said.

“We call the police,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine, but a hitman is on his way to kill Stockman, and may have a head start. We need him alive.”

“I’ll call from the road.” Jack tossed his keys to Cal.

“Hey,” I said. “Why can’t I drive?”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” Jack said.

“It’s not like I’m going to sleep now,” I grumbled. We locked up the office and climbed into Jack’s truck.

During the hour-plus drive to Sedona, Jack called the detective in charge of the Roger Maddox shooting, but it wasn’t someone he personally knew and it took him far too long to convince the guy that they had a viable lead on Peter Stockman’s location. The detective finally said he would contact the Yavapai County Sheriff’s Office and give them the information.

“I should have called them myself,” Jack grumbled.

“When we get her exact location, we’ll call,” Cal said.

“You call, you still have a badge.”

I glanced at my brother. He hadn’t expressed dissatisfaction that he wasn’t a cop anymore, at least not recently. I wondered if it bothered him.

“When this is all over,” I said, “you could always rejoin Phoenix PD.”

Jack glanced at me from the back seat. “Why would I do that?”

“Do you miss being a cop?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But I like what we do. I like the flexibility to make my own hours and the variety of assignments. And less paperwork,” he added with a small smile.

I called Tess when we crossed into Sedona city limits. “We’re here. We need an address.”

“I don’t have one,” she snapped. “She probably rents, because I can’t find that she’s a homeowner. Re-Energy is open. Maybe you can sweet-talk your way into an address. On second thought, have Cal do it.”

She ended the call.

“I’m insulted,” I said.

Cal grinned. “I have the badge, I’ll get the address.”

Five minutes later they pulled up in front of the Re-Energy storefront. Cal went inside; less than three minutes later he returned and handed me a sticky note with an address.

“That was fast.”

“I have charm and a badge,” Cal said with a grin. “Navigate?”

I typed the address into my phone. It was a nice house at the base of a mountain, elevated with views. “If this is a rental, it must cost a small fortune. Who knew there was so much money in IV rehydration?”

Luisa scoffed. “Or Peter Stockman is paying for it.”

“Good point,” I agreed.

Cal drove slowly by the property. It was a two-story cabin set far back from the road and surrounded by trees and boulders. A wide deck had views of the valley below. Really nice place. And here, in Sedona, it was certainly pricy.

Peter’s vehicle was nowhere in sight. It could be in the attached garage.

Cal drove to the end of the cul-de-sac at the top of the mountain, then turned and headed back down.