“Only a week,” she countered.
“I’m good,” he said again. “Go to work. My sister and parents will, no doubt, be by here again tomorrow to check up on me.”
She nodded. “Nick thinks that he is still in Vegas.”
Reece didn’t want to worry her so he just nodded. There were other ways to leave a state.
“They’re going to have someone looking out for both you and Harper. Don’t worry, the entire town is watching out as well.” He lifted his arm slowly and put it around her.
“It’s on the news again.” Hailey motioned to the screen.
This time, the report showed the image of Fred that Harper had taken at the cabin along with a new one from the hotel’s surveillance cameras. There were grainy images of Fred attacking Hailey and of Amber coming to her rescue.
He wished there were videos of his mother’s flying tackle, but apparently there were only photos in the hallway where they had been attacked.
The man’s photo was on every channel. Every police officer from Nevada to Oregon was on the lookout for the man.
This time there was another report of how Fred Leeroy had gotten the gun. They’d heard all about the stolen weapon taken from the hotel room next to his, which he’d paid cash for. The clerk had called the police immediately when they had released his name and photos.
“Do you think they will ever find him?” Hailey asked, sounding tired again.
“Without a doubt,” he answered quickly, pulling her into his arms. “Without a doubt.”
He felt her relax against him. “When?”
“Soon. Until then, we’ll be extra careful. Like we talked about.” He kissed the top of her head as she nodded in agreement.
“No one is left alone,” she repeated.
He smiled. “Now, since I know this town and its people so well, I can guarantee that there are no fewer than three pies in the kitchen. How about we take a few pieces upstairs?”
She laughed and nodded. “There are four. What flavor? Chocolate, cherry, apple, and blueberry.”
He smiled. “Megan Jordan’s apple pie is the best.”