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It looked exactly the same. No windows were broken, nothing was damaged. In fact, he would never have guessed someone had been there that night. They walked around carefully, checking things out. It was the oddest kind of crime scene. He knew the people who had shown up last night had been sent to at least retrieve Bridget. When Micah joined him in the kitchen, he looked at Devon.
“It’s like last night didn’t happen,” Devon said.
“Makes me think someone didn’t want anyone to notice what was going on. And, maybe they think she’s on her own. If so, that’s good. They’ll assume that she’s on her own.”
“That makes sense with the report that Ali got this morning. The cops went by last night, nothing looked out of place.”
“Let’s check out the bedrooms.”
They came to Bridget’s first. Again, nothing was disturbed. The covers were pulled up over the pillow, but other than that, it looked natural. They made their way down to the master bedroom.
They slipped in and it looked the same. Ali had been dressed, but her bed was in the same order. The quilt had been pulled up over the pillows. Micah looked in the bathroom and came out shaking his head.
Devon pulled the bed linens and found the pillow had a bullet hole in it.
“Fucking hell,” Micah muttered.
Anger pumped through Devon as he spun around and strode down the hallway to Bridget’s room again. He grabbed the sheets and yanked them down. The pillow had one small bullet hole in it. Micah stepped into the room.
“They weren’t sent here to gather information or even to capture her,” Devon said.
Micah walked around the bed, and Devon raised his gaze to meet his brother-in-law’s.
“You’re right. They were sent for one thing.”
His rage grew. “Assassination.”
Nine
It was amazing how fast everything came together. They had the apartment packed up, along with the things from her house, and they were heading to a private airport before three that afternoon.
Still, after witnessing how fast Dee threw their stuff together—probably learned while she was on the run from her father—Alicia worried about the danger they would face. Just being connected with her put their lives at risk. Needing to reassure herself, she approached Micah. He was the most level-headed of everyone involved and she needed his approval.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
“I said it was fine,” Devon said, butting in. Of course he was butting in. He’d been doing that since he showed up and her life had gone to hell.
“I didn’t ask you,” she said without looking at him. “I was asking Micah, because my presence is a danger to his wife and children. Their safety is more important than your ego.”
Devon didn’t argue with her, but she could hear him cursing beneath his breath.
Micah’s lips twitched once, then, he said, “I’m sure. We will add a little extra security to the house and to the club. I’ve already talked to Conner about it.”
“Conner Dillon?”
“Yeah. I told you we used them too.”
“I never talked to him. I thought he pretty much left the running of the company to his partner and his sister.”
“We have a connection that goes back a long way,” Micah said, looking at Dee. “And he lives in Hawaii now and handles the work in Hawaii. I think they do a lot of personal security in the Far East and Australia now as well.”
“Does the entire bloody world live there now?”
Dee chuckled. “We like to lure them over. Anyway, I’m sure he’d like to talk to you about things. Give you some advice.”
She snorted. “I appreciate that, but I don’t need a former FBI agent’s advice on security.”
Dee opened her mouth but Devon stopped her. “The one thing I’ve learned is to avoid those interspook arguments.”
