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meant one thing: Morgan could hear
Shawn’s comments.
    “Hey, you know what they say, persistence is
a virtue,” Matt joked.
    Shawn snorted a half laugh. “As with most
things, even virtues aren’t good when taken to extremes.”
    “If the fence is a no go, I’m recommending
she install some motion sensors and have them attached to spot
lights set to turn on if anyone approaches her house.”
    “Okay, anything else?”
    “Yeah, I think our boy has been watching her
at home,” Matt said. “I’ve found an empty water bottle. I’ll send
it to Scottsdale P.D. Maybe they’ll find prints on them. What did
the note on your SUV say?”
    “Just your basic threat, stay away or
else.”
    “A man of few words,” Matt responded. “Let me
make a couple phone calls. The station must have security cameras.
Maybe we’ll get a look at this guy. Where are you going next?”
    “We’re heading over to Copper Creek Inn and
then back to the store. I’ll be stopping by the office on the way
back; I need to pick up something.”
    Matt paused as a small adrenaline surge
jolted through him. “Your gun?”
    “Yep.”
    Matt pressed his lips together and inhaled
deeply. He searched for the words to the next question. Shawn had a
license to carry a concealed weapon. In fact, Matt did too. But
neither made a habit of carrying guns on a regular basis. “Is Ms.
Kennedy prepared for this?” Matt asked.
    Shawn didn’t respond immediately. “Let’s
discuss this when we come in to the office later.”
    Matt exhaled with a soft chuckle. “Okay,
partner. I’ll see if we can get KDEZ’s security camera footage.
I’ll give you a call when I have something.”
    “Thanks”
    ***
    On the trip to Copper Creek Inn, Morgan
contemplated how much her life had changed within the past
twenty-four hours. By this time yesterday she discovered a man,
whom she’d never met, had succeeded in making her life a living
hell.
    Before this, simple activities such as
answering her phone and coming and going where she pleased would’ve
never taken place under the protection of a bodyguard. She couldn’t
decide which was worse, the frustration or the fear.
    The phone call this morning with Brad had
been a serious wakeup call. She’d been confident if she gave him
space, he’d come back to her. Instead, he’d moved on.
    She replayed the last few times they were
together through her mind, and now she saw the clear signals he’d
given her. Late for dates, last-minute cancels, and the last time
they went out for dinner, she caught his eyes traveling around the
room, checking out other women. She closed her eyes and leaned back
into the seat. The warning signs had been there all the time and
yet, she’d ignored them. There’d been no fights, no scenes toward
the end, just a slow drift away from each other.
    When did it happen? Memories played through
her mind like the rewind function on a DVR. Then she knew. It
started after “the talk.” Over drinks one night Morgan told him
that she wanted to settle down and start a family. She chalked the
glazed over look on Brad’s face to an alcohol buzz. But it wasn’t.
Deep down she knew the end of their relationship had arrived.
    Had there been any signs she was being
stalked? Did she ignore those too? She opened her eyes and looked
out the front windshield. Had she seen him around and discounted
it? Did she know who he was?
    Needle pricks stung her eyes and she closed
them in an effort to fight off the tears which threatened to spill.
She wouldn’t cry. Not here, not with Shawn sitting next to her.
    She glanced over at Shawn while he was
focused on driving. He sat straight in the seat with a firm grip on
the wheel. Even with his aviator glasses, the precise moves of his
head indicated he was scanning the side and rear view mirrors. What
did he know that she didn’t?
    “Would you mind if we turned on the radio?”
Shawn asked.
    Morgan glanced away and looked out the side
window. “Sure, go