Page 69 of Sizzling Nights

Wes looked up at him. "Is there a serial number on it?"

Marco turned the device over in his hand and found some numbers. He read them off and Wes wrote them down. "I have contacts who can trace this. Do you?"

Marco nodded. "I do. I'll call them now."

Wes nodded. "I'll call you when I find something out."

The older man left, and Marco picked up his phone and called Mitch.

"Yeah."

"I need to track where an Omnicam came from. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. Where did you find it?"

"Inserted in the hide of a deer that is now lying dead in the backyard."

"No shit?"

"Yeah. No shit. It set off our alarms last night."

"Okay. Do you have a serial number, and can you take a picture of it and send it to me?"

"Yes." He read off the serial number, took the picture, and sent it.

Theresa stood near the desk listening to all that had transpired. He took a deep breath and nodded at her.

She crossed her arms in front of her and asked. "Is it the Celtics?"

"I think so. But we don't know for sure."

"They want me to know, they know where I am, and they can get to me if they want."

He stood and pulled her into his arms. "Maybe."

She stepped back. "I'm not letting those fuckers win."

She marched to her computer.

"Baby, what are you going to do?"

"I'm releasing a bit more information about them. I'm going to let them know if they continue, so will I."

His brows rose and he grinned. "You're plucky."

"I'm pissed."

He shrugged. "I say plucky, you say pissed. Same thing."

She nodded. "Okay."

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Theresa finished loading the dishwasher as Marco showered to get ready for work. He stepped from the bedroom smelling heavenly. She was jealous he was leaving to go to work looking and smelling like he did. He was too sexy for words.

He kissed her lips and held her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "What's the plan?"

"If anything happens here, I'm to dial 9-1-1, and call you while I'm running downstairs to hide in the safe room."

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