Nicholas shrugged. “Sorry if I struck a nerve, it’s just what you do to every guy who shows interest in you.”
“I do not.”
“Do too.”
Brooke snapped her lips shut. She would not get into some juvenile argument with him. Because they both knew he was right.
Her phone rang. She lifted it to the ear that didn’t have the earpiece she’d use to communicate with Nicholas should they get separated. “Hello?”
“Hi,” Jonas said.
“Hi.” Did she hear footsteps? “Are you pacing the floor?”
A short, humorless laugh filtered through the line. “Yes.”
“Well, you can stop. Nothing’s happening—” A shadow to her left caught her attention. She nudged Nicholas who nodded. He was already watching him, tracking him with his eyes. The dark SUV blended into the nighttime surroundings. If they opened the doors, the interior lights would stay off. Even her cell phone was on the dimmest setting. There was no way the guy now approaching the back of Jonas’s house would know they were watching him. “Gotta go. Someone showed up. I’ll call you in a bit.” She hung up on his protest and opened the passenger door. Nicholas was already approaching the house, his weapon drawn, his dog, Max, at his side.
Brooke pulled her own gun, let Mercy out of the back and went in the opposite direction of Nicholas. She rounded the corner of the house just behind Mercy. The dog barked and made a beeline for the figure at the back door.
“Police! Freeze!” Brooke called.
Nicholas started to close the gap. “Don’t move!” The man turned, raised his hands. Instead of deciding he was caught, he spun and darted for the back fence that separated Jonas’s house from the neighbor behind him. The dark-clad figure scaled the fence and dropped to the other side. Nicholas went after him. Brooke called to Mercy and together, she and the dog went another route.
Back around the side of the house, Brooke was just in time to see the would-be intruder bolt down the street. Nicholas let Max go with the command to stop the fleeing fugitive, so Brooke kept Mercy beside her. Max cut loose with a low woof and loped off in pursuit, his strides long and even. Brooke lost sight of him as she and Nicholas raced to catch up. The guy was fast.
Brooke figured Max was faster.
Until she and Nicholas almost slammed into the tall chain-link fence when they turned the next corner.
* * *
She’d hung up on him. Jonas glared at the phone as though the blame lay with the device. He growled and stomped out of his temporary bedroom at the veterinary office.
Brooke had hung up on him because someone was near his house and probably trying to break in. Their surveillance plan worked, but would she be in danger now? He paced to the door. Two officers sat in the parking lot. He knew another one was parked at the back. And one was at the Fuller household where Felix was spending the night.
Not that he expected that someone would be able to figure out where Felix was if they were looking for him, but he had to admit knowing an officer was watching out for his son made him feel better. He and Brooke had discussed picking Felix up and bringing him back to the office for the night, but they decided not to. Brooke argued that he was probably safer where he was at this point. It wasn’t the Fuller house that had been bombed or the Fuller house that had been broken into. They’d come looking for the phone, not Felix.
He appreciated the fact that no one was taking any chances with his safety, but now Brooke might be in danger.
But that was her job. She was probably in dangerous situations all the time. That was what she did, right?
Yes, but it didn’t make it any easier for him to deal with. Not when she was in danger because his son had taken a phone that didn’t belong to him and the wrong people had tracked him down.
He had to know she was all right. He walked to the front desk and grabbed his keys. His car was in the first parking spot. He paused for a second. What if he went to find her and just got in the way?
But he wouldn’t. He’d drive past his house and see if anything was happening, make sure everything was under control. Jonas headed out the door and walked over to the police officer who was exiting his vehicle.
“Sir? You need to go back inside.”
“I’m going to run an errand.” He switched directions and headed for his car, his worry pushing him and spurring him to move faster. “I’ll be back shortly.”
“I don’t advise you leaving on your own.”
“I wouldn’t if it wasn’t an emergency.”
“Let me call it in and see if they want someone to tail you then.”
“I don’t have time to wait, but I’m going to my house for a few minutes. You can send someone there.” He slid into the driver’s seat, cranked the car and backed from the parking spot. As he pulled to a stop at the edge of the lot, he glanced in his rearview mirror to see the officer speaking into his radio and heading for his car.
He was probably going to follow him anyway, but Jonas didn’t care. He wasn’t going to sit around and wait for someone to figure out what to do with him.
Brooke was at his house and might be headed into danger. He couldn’t just sit around twiddling his thumbs waiting to hear that she was okay.
* * *
Brooke hauled herself over the fence of the old textile office building. Backup was on the way, but there was no time to wait. The man they were chasing would be gone. And he was a link to the case. A case she very much wanted to solve. She’d beat Nicholas to the fence so he’d just have to stay with the dogs unless he could find another way in.
Her feet pounded against the crumbling asphalt parking lot. The building had been up for sale for years and each year it seemed to erode even more than the last. She caught sight of movement around the side of the building and took off after it, whispering her location to Nicholas.
She rounded the corner with caution, weapon held in front of her. Nothing. Except an open door.
Had he gone in or simply opened the door to head around the building? She pressed her finger against the earpiece. “Are you inside the fence?”
“Just now. Had to cut my way through. You get him?”
“Not yet.” She kept her voice low, her back to the side of the building.
A screech came from inside the building. Guess that answered that question. “He’s inside. I think he pushed open one of the steel doors at the back. I’m going after him.”
“Backup will be right behind you. Max and I are on the way.”
Brooke gave him her location and slipped through the door into the dark. She stopped just inside to the right, making sure she didn’t make herself a target in the open doorway. She let her eyes adjust, but she still had trouble seeing anything. Too dark. Easy for someone to sneak up behind her. She needed a light, but didn’t dare take the flashlight from her belt.
