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“He’s not.”

“But—”

“He’s not, Grant. Stay by this tree—it’ll shield you. I’ll whistle if it’s clear.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Just stay put.”

She reached into her go bag and retrieved the 9mm backup piece. “Take it.”

“I really don’t—”

“Take it,” she repeated. “To protect yourself.”

He reluctantly took the gun, held it awkwardly at his side.

Regan ran toward the house, staying close to the trees.

She didn’t see another vehicle. But he could have parked on the road or down the driveway. He might have assumed they would be coming from the road, or if they came from the woods, he didn’t want them to see his vehicle.

She looked at her phone. One bar. The house was elevated and she’d have more bars, but she should be able to call out now.

She texted Charlie, he immediately responded.

I got your message! Called the police.

She acknowledged it. Called 911. Informed them that she had been run off the road by a man with a gun. Charlie could give more details. She gave her exact location and said they were heading for the house to barricade themselves because she didn’t know where the attacker was.

Then she walked back to Grant.

“Stay behind me, do exactly what I say. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Dawn was breaking, but it was still too dark to really see more than shadows and light. She ran low, tree to tree, toward the house. When they reached the carport, she had Grant squat, between the pillar and the truck, and she checked out the immediate area.

Silence. Birds. A rodent scurrying. No cars, no voices, no breathing other than Grant’s.

“Okay, we’re going up the stairs. It will expose us, but you stay between me and the house.”

“He’s a sniper. He could be anywhere.”

“Then being out here is foolish,” she said. “We need cover. The police are on their way.”

Grant didn’t immediately follow her.

“Come!” she hissed.

“I wasn’t completely honest with you last night.”

Her stomach fell, her heart constricted.

“Later.”

But he kept talking. “You asked what I was doing in Maddie’s apartment for ten minutes. I retrieved evidence that I had hid there. Printouts, documents. After Tommy was killed, I feared I was going to be next, and I thought if Maddie found it, she’d do the right thing. So I hid it. I had to get to it. I then mailed it to you in care of the Marshals office.”

She was stunned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

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