Page 41 of Her Delta Force Protector

“She bring any electronic equipment with her?”

“Her laptop and a burner phone she uses to call her father. She keeps the burner off, but I’m going to destroy it and get her a new one.”

“Ship me the laptop. My brother will be able to find out if they’re tracking her through that.”

“Will do. Again, appreciate your help. Tell Nick I said thanks, too. If it is through the laptop, leave it as is so I can use it to bait a trap.”

“Make sure it’s powered off when you send it to me. Don’t forget to include her password if she uses one.”

“Copy that. I’m taking off with Harper in a few, so my brother will overnight it to you.”

“Stay safe and keep in touch.”

“I plan to, and I will.”

“What am I overnighting?” Tristan asked after Kade slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“Harper’s laptop. Talon Security is going to make sure it’s clean.”

“You think that’s how they found her?”

Kade shrugged. “Don’t know, but I’m positive I wasn’t followed from Myrtle Beach, so they’re tracking her somehow.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You think I do?”

“She needs to go to the police.”

Kade stopped walking and faced his brother. “She did, and they pretty much blew her off. She’s got us now, and you are the police.”

“It’s not my jurisdiction, so there’s not much I can do.”

“So, someone shooting at our house doesn’t count?”

“Of course it does, and believe me, I want the bastard who was on our property shooting at Harper and with a child living here. We catch him, I can throw him in jail for that, but the bigger part of this will have to be handled by the police in Fayetteville.”

It didn’t make Kade happy, but he got it. “Maybe she needs to try contacting that detective again, see if she can get him to take her seriously. But first let’s get her laptop sent to Talon. I have a bad feeling about it.” And his bad feelings were rarely wrong.

Bentley jogged up to them. “Skylar’s deputies found three houses with doorbell cameras. They’re getting copies of the videos and will meet us back at the house.”

“Let’s hope they show us something,” Kade said.

The first two videos were to the south of where the car had been parked and showed nothing during the time they were looking at. On the third, a silver sedan passed some minutes after the shooting, going north. There was a male passenger, so two people were in the car, but they couldn’t see the driver. They’d lucked out on the passenger, though. He’d turned his head toward the house as if looking at something, and although his features behind the closed car window weren’t distinct, they were able to tell it was a male.

“I think that’s him,” Harper said. “The man who came to my dad’s house.”

Kade leaned over her shoulder to watch the video playing on Tristan’s laptop. “But you can’t be sure?”

She leaned back and peered up at him, and his gaze fell to her mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again. He also wanted to spirit her away from men who dared to show up on her driveway and scare her, who came to her father’s home where she should be safe and hurt her, who dared to shoot at her with the intent to kill her in his own damn backyard.

“I wish I was, but his face just isn’t that clear. I know it’s him, though.”

He stepped back, annoyed with himself that he’d almost kissed her in front of his family and all the cops crowding around them in his home. “We need to get going.”

She looked at him as if she couldn’t figure him out. He wished her luck with that because he couldn’t figure himself out.

“Okay, I’ll get my things.”

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