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She tried to swallow past the lump of fear in her throat. Gingerly lifting her head a few inches, she tried to see Flynn’s face. He seemed to be driving normally now, or maybe she was just getting used to the jarring motions. “I-is he gone?”

“Yeah, I think I lost him.” He glanced at her, then added, “But stay down anyway just in case.”

In case the gunman returned. Flynn didn’t have to say the words that echoed in her mind. She couldn’t fault him for being careful, so she lowered her head back down.

And silently thanked God for keeping them safe.

“Officer Ryerson? Are you there?”

Taylor had forgotten about the 911 dispatcher on the line.

Instead of answering, Flynn disconnected from the call. She lifted her head again. “Why did you do that?”

“There’s no point in broadcasting our location.” Flynn slowed the car, then surprised her by pulling into a driveway. “I’ll make some calls once we’re settled inside.”

“Is this your home?” She eyed the small white house curiously.

“No, it belongs to Zeke who, as you probably already know, is out of town at the moment with Sienna.” Flynn moved the gearshift into park. “Wait here. I need to open the garage door.”

She nodded, watching as Flynn opened the flap of a keypad and entered a code. The large garage door rumbled upward, revealing an empty garage. She’d met Zeke and Flynn a month ago when a stalker had targeted Sienna who had hired Taylor to be a live-in nanny for her daughter, Bailey. Zeke and Flynn were obviously good friends, so she had no doubt that Zeke wouldn’t mind them staying there for a few days.

Once Flynn had driven into the garage, he closed the garage door to hide them from prying eyes. He took a moment to grab her suitcase from the back seat, then led the way inside.

“I think you should take the main bedroom with the attached bath,” Flynn said, carrying her bag through the house. She followed him down the hall to the large bedroom. “Sienna would like that.”

She nodded, although it felt strange to be there.

Flynn turned to head back to the kitchen. “I hope they have something we can make for breakfast.”

Her previous hunger had vanished during the crazy drive away from the gunman. But now that they were safe in a location that couldn’t be connected to her, or Flynn for that matter, she knew she wouldn’t make it all day without something to eat.

“I’ll make coffee.” She opened the cupboard doors to find what she needed, anxious for something productive to do.

“Coffee is here in the freezer,” Flynn said, setting the bag of expensive dark coffee grounds next to the pot. “Looks like they have eggs and bacon, but no bread.”

“That’s fine.” She was grateful for whatever was available. “We need to make sure to pay them for the groceries we use.”

“I’ll leave some cash behind,” Flynn said. “But you know Zeke and Sienna probably won’t take anything. They’re too nice to worry about us eating some of their food.”

He was probably right; Sienna was generous and sweet. She didn’t know Zeke as well because Flynn was the one who’d stayed back to act as a bodyguard to her and Bailey.

A role she’d dragged him right back into just weeks later.

She moved out of the way as Flynn began to prepare breakfast. But then his phone rang.

“My boss,” he said, glancing down at the screen. “I really need to fill him in on what’s happened.”

“Go ahead.” She shooed him out of the way. She was perfectly capable of cooking breakfast. She’d done that and more household chores as part of her nanny duties. Some parents took advantage, but others were simply thankful.

“Hey, Rhy,” she heard Flynn say. “I’ve landed in the middle of an interesting situation involving a double homicide in Brookland.”

There was a pause as Flynn listened. She started the bacon in one frying pan, then pulled out another for the eggs. Then she filled two mugs with coffee, setting one on the kitchen table for Flynn.

He thanked her with a warm smile. “You remember Taylor Templeton; she was the live-in nanny working for Sienna last month. Her newest job was being a nanny for Steve and Robin Miller, and they were murdered in their beds in what looks to me like a professional hit. Taylor saw the gunman while she was hiding in the closet with their three-month-old son.”

She cracked the eggs into a pan, deciding to make them over easy as there wasn’t any milk in the fridge for scrambled. Flynn continued to outline everything that had transpired at the Miller residence, all the way up to and including the way she’d gone through mug shots at the Brookland PD.

“After we left the precinct, I saw a car with uneven headlights following us,” he continued. “I had noticed it earlier and managed to take a series of abrupt turns just as the driver took several shots at us. I called 911 and managed to lose the guy.”

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