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closed the car door, walked around to the driver's
side, and slid into the seat.
    “Shouldn't we call the police?”
    He sifted through the keys on his keychain
and then glanced over at Morgan. “And report what? Our suspicions
about a burgundy Honda driver with no license plate number?” Morgan
stared at him in silence for a few seconds. “I told you this would
get worse. Here it goes.”
    Morgan eyes watered. “I don't understand. Why
me?”
    Shawn put the key in the ignition and started
the engine. “I don’t know, but we'll stop him, I promise.”
    Morgan slouched back in the seat and
nervously scanned the parking lot as they left.
    “On to the resort?” he asked. Morgan nodded
as she stared down at the note.
    Shawn used the quiet time while he drove the
SUV to the resort to think. Morgan’s stalker was behaving like a
jealous lover. Brad hadn't mentioned receiving any threats so
Morgan’s stalker knew they'd broken up. He tightened his grip on
the steering wheel, checked all the side and rearview mirrors and
assessed the cars around them in traffic. Satisfied they weren’t
followed, he shot a quick glance over at Morgan. She appeared lost
in thought as she stared out the passenger side window.
    He pressed his lips together and focused on
driving. He’d lied to her. Shawn knew why this man had singled
Morgan out. Besides good looks, she possessed an appeal which came
from strength and kindness. She was approachable. A quality which
drew her stalker to her like a moth to a flame. And, for what it
was worth, he would be willing to bet a steak dinner that they'd
been watched at Morgan's house last night.
    ***

Chapter 6
    Matt stepped out of his car, pushed his
sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and waited as a family of
quail scurried across to the far end of the driveway to the desert
bushes. He surveyed Morgan’s property and shook his head. “Wide
open desert,” he murmured. “Ms. Kennedy, you’ve got a problem.”
    He walked the perimeter of her house. The
first recommendation: add exterior lights attached to motion
detectors. Anyone sneaking around outside would think twice about
trying to get in when the lights flashed on.
    The sound of voices in the distance caught
his attention. Two riders on horseback made their way down the dry
wash along Morgan’s property line. They disappeared as they passed
behind the brush. If I’d wanted to spy on Morgan that’s where
I’d hide. Matt returned to his notes and, when he finished, he
walked over the back of the property and stepped down into the
wash.
    To the east he could see the riders in the
distance. To the west he spied the brush and the ironwood tree that
the riders disappeared behind earlier. Matt trekked up the wash
through the loose sand and silt until he reached the spot. Years of
sporadic flooding eroded away the soil making the depth of the wash
deeper by the tree. He maneuvered around the tree and discovered
what he was searching for, a perfect line of sight to Morgan’s
arcadia door. He moved closer to the bushes and nudged around them
with his foot. A flash of light hit something. He gently pulled the
scrub back and spied an empty water bottle. “Jackpot,” he
whispered.
    He slid his pen into the bottle’s open mouth
and extracted it from the bush. A fine thin layer of dust coated
the plastic surface. “Were you careless and held the bottle with
your bare hands?” Matt whispered.
    Once back at his car, he opened his trunk,
pulled a plastic evidence bag out, and dropped the bottle inside.
He then tossed the bag and the notebook on the front passenger seat
and dialed Shawn’s number.
    When Shawn answered, he began, “Access to the
house is way too easy. Do you think she’d be willing to add a
fence?”
    “Not sure, but you can ask when we come to
the office later.”
    “Problems?”
    “You could say that,” Shawn replied before he
updated Matt on the happenings this morning. Shawn kept his voice
light and matter-of-fact which