Page 64 of Montana Manhunt

“Go sleep. You, too, Rayne,” Noah said. “I’ve got the watch.”

“Are you sure?” She looked troubled. “You slept little last night, Noah.”

“I’m fine. Rest while you can.”

Grant nudged her toward the second bedroom. “See you in two hours.” Once she closed the bedroom door, Grant walked to his room.

Noah turned to Violet. “What about you, love? You should rest, too.”

She shook her head. “Every time I close my eyes, I see Cami’s body on that metal slab. I can’t, Noah.”

Noah brushed his lips over hers. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” He went into the bedroom he shared with Grant and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the closet.

Grant set his phone on the nightstand. “Something up?”

“Violet keeps seeing Camilla in the morgue when she closes her eyes.”

“Want me to take the watch so you can hold your woman for a while?”

He shook his head. “I’ve got it. Thanks, though.”

“Come get me if you change your mind.”

Noah carried the blanket and pillow to the sitting room and motioned for Violet to stretch out on the sofa. “Rest and relax. If you drift off and I can tell you’re caught in a nightmare, I’ll wake you.”

The medic slid off her shoes and laid on her side. Noah spread the blanket over her. “I’ll be here if you need me.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked to the French doors to scan the area. Although he didn’t think this location had been compromised, Noah preferred caution over trust.

Thirty minutes into his watch shift, his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He scanned the screen. Zane requested Noah to call when he had a chance.

After another scan of the quiet street in front of the hotel, Noah called the communications guru.

“Yeah, Murphy.”

“It’s Noah.”

“Someone in Morrison is poking around in your background.”

He stiffened. “Who?”

“Bradley Melton.”

Of course. Guess he and Violet had ticked him off. “He’s at the top of the suspect list.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“An in-depth search into his background. He’s squeaky clean except for an accusation of rape by three high school classmates.”

A whistle from the former SEAL. “Anything come of it?”

“Zip. No charges were filed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to attend Harvard or their law school. He’s a third generation lawyer. Instead of working with Dad and Grandpa, he struck out on his own and established a new law firm in Morrison.”

“How did he meet Camilla?”

“In court. She was a social worker. We discovered something else, Z.”

“What’s that?”

“One of the three women who accused Melton of rape was murdered about six months ago.”

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