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The timing for an appealing man to come into her life was all wrong, and sending even subliminal signals of interest to a coworker was a disaster waiting to happen.
Been there, done that, never going down that road again.
She flipped off the foyer light and wandered back to the kitchen. It was past dinnertime. She needed to eat.
At least Marc hadn’t suggested they stop somewhere for food.
Because heaven help her, if he had, the self-discipline that had always been one of her core strengths could have failed her.
As it might still do if the first man in almost three years tocatch her fancy continued to infiltrate her heart and undermine her resolve.
THIS WAS NOTGOOD.
Not good at all.
I clenched my teeth as the headlights of the car disappeared down Bri Tucker’s street.
Luckily I’d found a spot on the outer road to continue my surveillance after her mishap on the highway or I wouldn’t have seen Sir Galahad come to her rescue. The man had Fed written all over him, so he must be the ATF agent who’d been called in on the Kavanaugh case. And if I hadn’t hung around, I’d also have missed their visit to Pookie’s childhood home.
I might not know what had led them there, but I did know this.
My deterrence plan needed to shift into high gear.
Travis Holmes could take care of that for me—if he wasn’t already planning another strike of his own on Bri that could do double duty.
Time to move on and see what he was up to tonight.
I put the car in gear and pointed it toward Marcia Blake’s house.
I’d learned quite a bit about Travis and Marcia since last night. While Marcia had rented the car, Travis was listed as a second driver. Like many rental customers, they’d left the agreement in the glove compartment, and accessing the car in the middle of the night had been a piece of cake. Though I’d come armed with a lock-picking set, putty knife, strip of plastic, and coat hanger, the tennis ball trick had worked like a charm on my first try.
And once I had Holmes’s name and home address, it had been obvious he was the one with the connection to the woman who was fast becoming a serious threat.
Why he had her in his sights wasn’t yet clear, but that was unimportant. What mattered was that he’d appeared at exactly the right time.
For me. Not for him—or Bri Tucker.
And if he didn’t have any other tricks up his sleeve to make her life miserable ... if the flat tires had been a one-off ... I’d have to convince him it was in his best interest to help me out. Unless he wanted the video I’d shot last night to wind up where it could cause him serious trouble.
NINE
BINGO. AGAIN.
Bri stopped scrolling through the Bomb and Arson Unit’s report database as another match to the fires on Les’s list popped up.
Renee Miller. Died of smoke inhalation in a blaze at her house ten months ago.
She jotted the woman’s name down under Adam Long, who’d died in a similar fire fourteen months ago.
Michelle Thomas was already on the list.
That left one set of initials unaccounted for—the first date on the list. There’d been no match for that presumed fire from a year and a half ago.
Bri leaned back in her chair. The pattern was clear. Yet she’d come up blank with the first notation on Les’s list.
Why?
Her cell began to vibrate, and she pulled it out.
