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lightened. “I don’t give up easily. I’ll keep trying it.”
    Krista was certain his statement held double meaning, but she was too tired to think about it.
    â€œI called Jake,” he continued. “An officer’s on the way to secure the scene and Skyler will be dispatched, too. Plus, Jake issued an alert for the guy and asked for increased patrols in the area.”
    Opa settled his hand on Krista’s, telling her all was forgiven for her outburst in the hallway. “How likely are they to find this man?”
    Cash swung his gaze to Opa. “Honestly, not very likely. The woods are pretty dense along the river, so he could get away without being seen.”
    Cash’s description of their setting highlighted the dangers that country living brought. As much as Krista didn’t want them to see how deeply the attack was affecting her, she couldn’t control the shiver that worked over her body.
    Cash appraised her. “I’ve been assuming you were attacked by the bomber, but I should ask if you have reason to think it could be someone else.”
    â€œNo,” she said adamantly. “It has to be him.”
    â€œWe probably should consider that this could be a random break-in. I haven’t heard of any burglaries in the area, but Skyler will look into it and call in the forensic team to process the house.”
    â€œWould a random burglar try to drag me out the door?”
    â€œIf he was panicked and wasn’t thinking clearly, maybe. But you’re right in thinking that would be odd.”
    â€œThis bomber,” Opa said. “How do you think he found out where Krista lives?”
    â€œGood question.” Cash eyed Krista. “I suspect he heard her name on the news like I did, then went to the internet. But before I came over here, I searched and found nothing. Not even a Facebook account. Maybe he’s better at searching than I am.”
    Cash had dug into her past. Of course he had. This was just the beginning, and she doubted he was the only one looking. The time of her discovery was coming closer.
    Her stomach cramped, but she forced her expression to remain neutral. “I’m a very private person. I doubt anyone will find much.”
At least not using the name Krista Curry.
    â€œHey, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for privacy. As a deputy, I see people all too often who have gotten into trouble for sharing things on the internet. ”
    â€œFortunately, this house is in my name,” Opa said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter as somehow the bomber made the connection.” He paused and stroked his whiskers. “I suppose he will try this again.”
    Cash nodded. “It’s likely he’ll come back.”
    Krista jerked her head to look at Cash. “You really think so? Even after he was almost caught?”
    â€œIt’s a strong possibility.”
    Her heart fell and a terrified, “Oh, no,” slipped out of its own accord.
    â€œDon’t worry.” Cash met her gaze. “I’ll be sticking to you like glue until the bomber is brought in and you’re safe.”
    â€œWhat? No.” She sat forward. “I’m sure that’s not necessary.”
    He studied her for a few minutes before he crossed his arms, the corded muscles straining the fabric of his shirt. “Trust me. It’s very necessary. We have a guy running around who wasn’t afraid to kill countless people in the stadium. You think he’d hesitate to kill one more person?”
    â€œHe is right.” Opa locked gazes with Krista. “Not only will you say yes to his help, but you will smile and thank him for it.”
    Fine. She got it. She needed Cash Dixon’s help to stay safe—if not for her own sake, then to protect her grandfather, who would also be at risk if tonight’s attacker returned. Cash would keep them safe. At least physically safe, but trusting him with anything