Page 26 of Love Me Dangerous

Shit, when I left them in Sweetwater, that show was months away. How has so much time passed?

“It was a good gig.”

“Now you’re a backcountry spy.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve been watching too much Netflix.”

He chuckles. “Stay safe.”

“You too. I mean it.”

We end the call, and I slip the phone into my backpack. The walk to meet Henry takes ten minutes, but it seems longer because it feels like I’m being watched. The sensation isn’t new, yet the long shadows and thewhooshfrom cars on the road make my senses feel extra-sharp.

From what Sawyer shared, the police don’t seem any closer to putting a stop to Kristov or making him pay for his crimes. But William is safe, and me staying off the radar is the best plan to keep it that way.

I should call Heidi Jenkins at the foster home to warn her, but she’s done enough, and I don’t want to put her in danger any more than I already have. And I can’t be sure Heidi’s not being watched.

Which means I have to trust Sheriff Olson and Stu Valentine, and one cute but nosy girl to keep me safe.

At the stoplight, I wait with my back against the building. A truck engine revs from my right, followed by the rattle of the trailer it’s towing as they speed through the intersection. The light turns, and I glance up just in time to see who is behind the wheel of the truck.

It’s Gabe Olson, towing a flatbed trailer with two dirt bikes.

He glances my way, and I watch the recognition fire behind his eyes. With a hard scowl, he accelerates, returning his attention to the road.

Frozen against the wall, I watch his red trailer lights fade into the growing darkness.

Now there’s one more person in this town who knows my face. He didn’t look surprised to see me, which means Sawyer is right. Gabe knew I was here.

What’s he planning to do about it?

Across the street in the bank parking lot, Henry’s silver truck waits. After checking both ways, I hurry to meet him.

“Heya,” Henry says when I jump in.

“Appreciate the lift.” My voice sounds pinched. Too much on my mind.

“Welcome.” Henry turns on the engine and cruises to the exit. “Hope you’re hungry. Barb’s making her chicken pot pie tonight.”

Just the thought of food is making me lightheaded. “My mom used to make that.”

Henry raises an eyebrow.

Shit, why did I bring that up? I force in a steadying breath. “Who would I report a violation of a wilderness law to?”

Henry’s mouth puckers in thought for a moment. “I suppose that’d be our conservation officer, Rowdy Whittaker. Why?”

Sofie’s Dad? Great. Could this town get any smaller? “Saw some dirt bikers today. Pretty sure they were on wilderness land.”

“Any idea who they are?”

I don’t have proof, but yeah, I think I do.

But maybe it’s wise not to play that card just yet.

Chapter Eight

ZACH

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