Page 134 of Montana Manhunt

“We have suspicions without proof,” Grant said.

“Well, don’t keep it a secret. Who is it?”

“James or Jeff Hanson, or both of them.”

She stared. “They’re working together?”

Grant summarized what they’d discovered, and what they still needed to know.

Rayne scowled. “If our teams were here, we could turn Riley loose and uncover that information faster. Zane has too many responsibilities as it is.”

“Our teams needed Riley with them.” Noah picked up his phone and sent Zane a text explaining what he needed. If the tech guru was sleeping, Noah didn’t want to wake him. Z would set the searches to run as soon as he woke. To his surprise, Noah received a response seconds later.

Grant’s eyebrows shot up. “He’s awake?”

“Yep. He’ll set the searches to run and get back to us with the results as soon as they’re finished.”

Rayne shook her head. “That man never sleeps.”

Another message from Zane came in. This one brought a smile to Noah’s face. He turned his phone around to show his teammates the photo of Zane holding his sleeping son. “This is why Zane’s awake. His son had a nightmare and needed Z to protect him from the monsters.”

“Oh, he’s growing so fast,” Rayne murmured. “If I have children someday, I hope they’re this cute.”

Although he remained silent, Grant’s gaze shot to Rayne with a laser’s focus. “You want kids?”

She nodded. “Children are a gift.”

And that was something else Noah and Violet hadn’t discussed yet. Children. He wanted several, but did the love of his life want them, too?

Grant strode into the kitchen, poured three mugs of coffee, and handed one each to Rayne and Noah. “What’s the game plan for today?”

“We make sure Violet is never alone for any reason.”

“You think the killer will target her at the funeral?”

“It’s a possibility we should plan for.”

Grant frowned. “I don’t know. Too many witnesses around to be an easy grab-and-run operation.”

“We’ve done it.”

“We have more than standard law enforcement training. The biggest crime spree Morrison has seen is probably because of the Hansons.”

“My point exactly. No question that the Hansons will be at the funeral. If we’re right in our belief that these men are to blame for the murders, it wouldn’t take much to take advantage of the chaos.”

“We won’t let that happen,” Rayne said.

He believed his teammates would watch over Violet. So why couldn’t he get rid of the ball of ice in his stomach, the one telling him that the enemy was closing in and his future wife was in grave danger?

The bedroom door opened, and Violet walked into the sitting room. “What did I miss?”

Before Noah could answer, the fire alarm went off. He and his teammates exchanged glances. “Coincidence?”

Grant scowled. “I don’t like it.”

Neither did Noah.

“Could be a drill.” Rayne set down her empty coffee mug.

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