Page 72 of Last Resort

Just run-of-the-mill family drug drama. No problem.

She disconnected the call and got dressed. There was no way Weston was going to let her go handle this, so she wasn’t going to tell him. He had more important things to do. So did Chance.

She left a brief note on the pillow explaining she was going to see her mother in case someone wandered up to check on her. She didn’t want them to think she’d been kidnapped.

She could hear Weston talking to his parents in the kitchen as she crept downstairs and out the back door. Luke had brought her car over a couple nights ago and left it parked on the street, so she slipped around the house and inside it.

She winced as the car started, hoping Weston wouldn’t hear. Chance would kill her if he found out what she was doing. She pulled away from the curb.

So, she’d make sure he wouldn’t find out.

“WESTONHASFOUNDone more murder tied to this guy and is checking further into another,” Luke said as they walked back into the San Antonio Security office. “He’s shown everything to his PD contacts, so it’s more than just us looking into it now.”

“Good. We need as many eyes on this as possible.” Chance didn’t care who figured out the identity of the killer. He just wanted Maci safe. “I’m going to take Maci out of town. Get us into a safe house nobody knows about. Mom and Dad’s place is too easily connected to us.”

Weston had been providing all clear updates since they’d left, but Chance didn’t want to leave Maci there any longer than necessary.

“Agreed,” Brax said. “Maybe we can get Stella to impersonate Maci to catch this guy.”

Chance managed a grim smile at his brother’s joke.

“You decide on a place to hide out with Maci. I’m going to start looking harder at the ob-gyn angle. How did he know you guys were going there?”

Brax froze. “We were talking about it here at the office before you went.”

Luke and Chance froze too. If the killer had heard their plans, that meant he was either using a parabolic mic or had planted a bug in the office.

His brothers had realized the same thing. They all started searching for hidden recording devices in the office.

They found three.

Chance tilted his head toward the back door, and they went out into the alley so they could talk without being heard.

“Planted bugs means the person was in our office,” Chance said. “He would know about Mom and Dad’s house. I’ve got to get Maci out of there right away.”

“Okay, we’ll look into moving the office to a secondary location until we can make sure it’s clean,” Luke said.

“Good news is, this narrows down our pool of suspects quite a bit,” Brax said. “There’s only been a half a dozen of Dorian’s team members here over the past few weeks. It’s got to be one of them. I’ll call him.”

Chance was about to nod when Dorian’s parting words when they left LeBlanc’s building came back to him.

He’s messed with the mother of your unborn child.

The curse that fell from Chance’s mouth was vile. Both brothers turned to stare at him.

“Did you guys tell anybody at LeBlanc’s office that Maci is pregnant?” he asked.

“Hell no,” Luke said. “We didn’t even tell Mom and Dad.”

“It’s Dorian,” Chance whispered. “He’s the killer. He knew Maci was pregnant today when he shouldn’t have.”

All three men sprinted back inside to cut to the front door and get to their vehicles. Chance had his phone in his hand and was dialing Nicholas LeBlanc.

“Patterson,” LeBlanc answered. “Unless you have some sort of—”

“Lock down your building,” Chance cut him off. “Do it right now.”

Locking down the building would keep Dorian trapped inside.

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