Small Town Protector by Hope White

Author:Hope White
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781459234161
Publisher: Harlequin

I missed you in Olympia, Agent Drake.

The killer. He knew Garrett wasn’t at the drop, which meant the killer was at the mall in Olympia? The email also meant the killer was now targeting Garrett.

“What is it?” Lana asked.

“Work.” He closed the email and called his IT guy, but the call went to voice mail.

“What time is it back east?” he muttered.

“Three hours later would make it about lunchtime,” Sketch said.

Garrett paced to the front window and called Georgia.

“Agent Hunt.”

“I got an email from the killer.” Garrett scanned the street, suddenly paranoid.

“He’s never contacted any of us directly before.”

“He said he missed me in Olympia.”

“He was there?”

“Sounds like it. I need someone to trace the email.”

“Call Sackett.”

“It went into voice mail.”

“I’ll try and find somebody else.”

“Thanks.”

Just as Garrett ended the call, Sketch reached around and snatched the phone out of his hand.

“Steven, give me—”

“You need a trace? I’ll do it.”

“No, we have staff who can do this.”

“Who are obviously on a long lunch break.” He shook his head.

“Give me the phone.”

Instead, Sketch sat at his computer and hooked something up to Garrett’s phone.

“Sketch, no.” Garrett unhooked it.

“Then give me your sign-in information.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Don’t freak out, you can change the password after I access your account and it will be secure again.”

Garrett hesitated, but knew if he waited too long the killer could potentially erase the email once he knew Garrett had read it. He gave Sketch the sign-in information. Sketch paused when he typed in his own initials and date of birth.

“Man, didn’t anyone ever tell you that your kid’s birthday is the absolute worst password? You’re lucky I’m forcing you to reset it.”

Garrett pulled a chair closer to his son, and Lana scooted over on the other side to look at the screen. “So, what are you doing, exactly?”

“Tracing the origin of the email. Give me a few minutes. You two talk amongst yourselves.” He smiled. “I have a feeling you won’t mind.”

Garrett glanced at Lana over his son’s keyboard.

“Yep, he’s always like this,” she said.

“A few more seconds…” Sketch rubbed his hands together and leaned back in his chair. “It’s searching for the origin point. Almost got it…” Sketch slowly leaned forward in his chair, his proud smile fading. “Uh-oh.”

“What is it?” Garrett questioned.

His son pinned him with dark eyes. “The email was sent from this coffee shop’s IP address.”

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