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He entered his bedroom then quickly pulled jeans and a T-shirt from the hamper in the bathroom and dressed. He laced up his sneakers, picked up his Glock 19 thenwalked to the garage to go out the side door. If that son of a bitch was here, he wanted him.

He turned the alarm off then slowly opened the door and peered outside. Swearing under his breath, he walked to the fuse box and flipped the switch for the security lights to off. He didn’t want to walk out there, and have the lights come on. He wasn’t thrilled with not being able to see anyone but he sure as hell didn’t need to be in the spotlight either.

After resetting the alarm, he opened the door then pressed the lock, took the spare key from the shelf by the door, stepped out, and pulled the door closed. He couldn’t imagine what Patsy was going through sitting in her room alone. She was a tough woman but even the strongest person had to be scared at a time like this. She was terrified of this man finding her and who could blame her.

Micah needed to find this man and any others that White had out there looking for her. He knew that White would get in touch with his men to let the man following Patsy know where to look in Cheyenne. White couldn’t be sure Patsy was with Micah but the man following her had probably told White he’d followed her to Cheyenne and since Micah had made a visit to White, it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together.

He muttered under his breath.Shit!He’d do his best to protect her and try not to get himself killed in the process. If White was giving his men information, Micah needed to find out how. All mail going in or coming out of the prison was read. His cell phone vibrated and he pulled it from his pocket to see Agent Weber’s name.

“Weber, where are you?” Micah whispered.

“Out front…across the street. Jewell is walking toward your house by way of the house to the left of yours.”

“Thanks, I’m just outside of my garage. I’ll head around back. Have you seen anything?”

“No, and it’s too fucking quiet. Not even a dog barking and there’s a dog down the street that never seems to shut up.”

Micah couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew the dog Weber was talking about. He was a pain in the ass to everyone in the neighborhood. He sobered. If the dog wasn’t barking, something could very well be up.

“Call Jewell and tell him to check it out.”

“Will do.” Weber disconnected.

Micah moved toward the back of the house and stopped when he saw a shadowy figure by his back deck, inside the privacy fence. He held his weapon out in front of him and approached the person. He knew the lay of his property well enough that he could walk it blindfolded and not make a sound. He crept up behind the figure,noting it was a man and pressed the gun to the back of his head making the man freeze.

“Drop your weapon,” Micah growled.

“I–I don’t have a weapon,” the man stuttered as he put his hands up.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I live across the street. I saw two guys staking out your house and I was going to tell you about them.”

“Son of a bitch,” Micah muttered as he pulled his gun away from the man’s head.

He watched as the man sighed and then slid down to sit on the steps to the deck.

“Christ, you could have killed me.”

“No shit. You’re damn lucky I didn’t.”

“I just wanted you to know about those men—”

“I know about them. Go home and don’t sneak around here again or anyone’s property.”

The man stood. “Why are they staking you out? Are you some kind of criminal?”

“I’m FBI Special Agent Micah Turner,” he told him.

“You’re FBI?”

“Yes, now go home.”

The man stuck his hand out. “I’m Willie Doyle.”

Micah sighed and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Now, go the hell home and don’t mention this to anyone.”

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