Page 41 of Twin Threats In Austin
After exchanging courtesies and contact information, Rochelle and Camden headed back to his truck.
On arrival, they discovered four flat tires and an obscene word written on the front windshield of the passenger side.
“What the hell?”
The anger in Camden’s voice said this was war. Again, Rochelle noticed the attack had targeted her.
Was someone taunting Camden?
“Now, we have to wait for roadside assistance,” Camden said after assessing the damage.
Was someone trying to slow them down?
“The shooter?” she asked.
“That’s my guess too.” Camden didn’t look up from his cell, obviously busy making arrangements.
“It takes a lot of guts to vandalize the vehicle of someone in law enforcement while they’re investigating you,” she pointed out. Kage?
He gave the impression he couldn’t get far enough away from them. Would he circle back?
A few minutes later, Camden said, “My supervisor is sending a new vehicle and a tow truck.” He shook his head as his lips formed a thin line. “This is getting more and more personal.”
Which meant they were getting close.
“A good sign, don’t you think?”
Camden stared at her like she had two foreheads.
“This person is telling us to back off,” she said.
“Or the perp is trying to show us who is really in charge,” he said.
“Because they don’t believe we’re smart enough to catch them,” she added.
Camden bit down on his bottom lip. “Which could mean the person is hiding behind something.”
“Or someone.”
“Kage,” he said. “But how?”
A tow truck pulled up with a Ford Bronco a car length behind. The driver introduced himself and reassured Camden that his truck would be up and running in a matter of hours.
After they were inside the Bronco, Rochelle decided to ask the question that had been on her mind ever since hearing they would get a replacement vehicle.
“Why didn’t the tow-truck driver just change your tires?” she asked.
“Precaution,” he said.
The implication smacked her like a ton of bricks as the tow-truck driver swept his hand along the outline of the truck. Whoever tried to shoot her could have dropped a tracking device or bug on the truck. They might have done other things she didn’t want to think about.
As she watched the men sweep the truck in the sideview mirror, horror struck as they slowly backed away from the truck.
Bomb?
Chapter Fifteen
The white sedan was parked in front of a small brown brick duplex. The concrete parking lot had buckled from last year’s drought. The Bronco’s suspension was more than adequate to handle the potholes and ridges created by the combination of too much heat and not enough rain.
