Page 31 of Lone Star Protector

Yes, that made sense. But Caroline wasn’t going to rule out that Bodie had done all of this as a round of mental torture. Warped bastards liked to do warped things.

“I’ll let Ruby know about the text and video,” Slade commented, taking out his own phone and stepping to the side.

That would no doubt put her mother on even more alert. If that was possible. At the moment it felt as if there were no more precautions to take.

Nothing left but the waiting.

And at the end of that wait, Caroline figured all of this would snowball into a showdown. She was ready for it. Mentally and physically. But Nash and her mother wouldn’t see it that way. Their goal was to keep her out of harm’s way even when the harm’s way felt inevitable.

While Slade fired off that text, she moved to the window to look out at that amazing view. To see if there was a killer lurking around. But she saw no one. Even the horses weren’t out and about this morning.

“How far out are your sensors?” Caroline asked, glancing over her shoulder at Nash.

He was at the monitor, studying the feed from the various security cameras. “They cover the perimeter of all ten acres.”

A lot of space. Maybe too much. Was that a weak spot that Bodie could capitalize on?

“Can they be tampered with?” she pressed.

“Anything can be tampered with,” Nash admitted. “But it won’t be easy.”

Still, it was possible, and she tried to think like a killer with some resources. It was possible Jordana had bought Bodie whatever equipment he needed to bypass those sensors.

But why would Jordana do that?

Why would the woman make it easy for her man to come after his obsession? Especially when that obsession was another woman?

Maybe it was a simple case of Jordana being willing to do anything for her husband. Including having a one off with his friend to elicit some kind of cooperation from Eddie. That made sense in a warped way, and if so, Jordana could have arranged for other help for Bodie, for other supplies.

Caroline was in such deep thought that she gasped when the sound shot through the room. But it was only another alert for a text message. For a couple of heart-racing moments, she thought it might be another taunt from Bodie. It wasn’t.

“Ruby says the interview with Leland is about to start,” Nash relayed. “Eddie is still consulting with his lawyer.”

Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that consult. The lawyer was likely trying to figure out how to put the right spin on the BS his client had been spouting about his innocence.

She turned so she could continue to keep watch and see the screen where Detective Malley and Leland appeared. Leland had three lawyers with him, and she was guessing he wouldn’t be doing any talking because he was sitting back from the table with his arms folded over his chest. He clearly wasn’t happy to be there.

Malley was in the process of reading Leland the Miranda Warning when there were more sounds. Not the dinging from a text either. But a piercing set of beeps that seemed to have an urgency to them.

Both Nash’s and Slade’s heads whipped up.

Both drew their guns.

“Move away from the window,” Nash told her.

The words had barely had time to leave his mouth when the bullet slammed into the glass.

Gasping and choking back a scream, Caroline staggered back, automatically steeling herself up to feel the pain from the shot. But it didn’t come. Then, she remembered Nash saying the glass was bullet-resistant.

Resistant.

Not bulletproof.

Which meant shots could get through.

Nash hurried to her, pulling her even further away. “Slade, do you see the shooter?” he asked.

Slade’s response was drowned out because another round slammed into the glass, rattling it and causing it to crack and spread out like a spider’s web.

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