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seconds.”
    Brandon walked out and flashed his badge. He asked them to douse the lights then started his explanation of what had transpired over the past hour.
    Sonya called Missy and let her know she’d be a little late, then went to pack her bags. When she came back into the den, the officers were gone and Brandon thought she looked exhausted. “It’s a good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    “I hope you plan to sleep late. Just in case, I’m still going to have someone watching Missy’s house.”
    She nodded. “Thank you.”
    The frown between her brows didn’t bode well. “What is it?” he asked.
    “I’m just wondering if I’m putting Missy at risk by staying with her.”
    Brandon wanted to reassure her, but he didn’t want to tell her anything that wasn’t true. He sighed. “I don’t know. We’re not telling anyone where you’re going and we’re going to have someone tailing us to make sure you get to Missy’s house unobserved.”
    “Okay. That sounds good.” The frown remained.
    “What else?”
    “What if whoever is after me knows I’m friends with her? The person wouldn’t have to follow us. He could just be there waiting for me to show up.”
    Brandon pursed his lips then blew out a sigh. “Well, that’s a possibility, of course, but I’m hoping with the two guys I’ve got watching you, if anyone is planning any more mayhem, these guys will scare them off.”
    Again she nodded. “Two guys?”
    “Yes. One for the back and one for the front.”
    “Okay.” The frown finally faded.
    “So are you ready?”
    “I guess so.”
    He held the door open for her. The two buddies he’d asked to stay on her tonight sat in their vehicles. He pointed to the red truck. “That’s Max Powell.” She waved. Max waved back. Brandon pointed to the black Explorer. “That’s Peter Hayes, my brother.”
    “Your brother?”
    “Yeah. He needed a job and I told him he could help out tonight.”
    “Oh. Okay. So he works for Finding the Lost on occasion?”
    “On occasion. Sort of on an as-needed basis. It’s a long story, Sonya. I’ll tell you about it one day, but not tonight. Suffice it to say, Peter will do a good job, I promise.”
    “All right. If you trust him, I trust him.”
    Her simple faith in him made him swallow hard. He decided to tell her a bit more. “There’s a lot of history with Peter. I’ll be honest with you. He’s a recovering drug addict, but he’s been clean for months. He’s doing his best to get his life back on track and I want to help him do that.”
    She shot him a warm smile. “I understand.”
    Peter got out of his car and walked to the back of Brandon’s sedan. He leaned over and picked something up. Studied it.
    “What is it?” Brandon asked.
    “I’m not sure.” He carried the item to the front porch and held it up to the light. “Looks like some sort of wire.”
    “What made you notice it?”
    “When I backed up a little, my headlights swept across it. Thought it might be a nail and didn’t want you to pick it up in your tire.”
    Brandon looked at the wire. Flashed back to the person behind his car. His gut tightened. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
    Peter lifted a brow. “Why’s that?”
    “I need some light.”
    Sonya set her bag on the ground. “I’ve got a flashlight in the garage.” She hurried to get it while Brandon moved to the back of his vehicle. Peter followed. Max got out of his vehicle. “What’s going on, guys?”
    Sonya returned with the flashlight. Brandon took it from her. “I want to check under my car. Someone was right behind it. If there’s a tracking device, I want it. Or if someone was messing with any wires, I want to know which ones.” Brandon stretched out on the driveway behind his car and shone the light underneath it. He looked at his brother. “Do you have a mirror?”
    Peter shrugged. “Yeah, in my truck. Hold on a sec.” He got it and returned to Brandon,