mind at all.” And he went to the bed to help her straighten the sheets. To say this was an awkward moment was a huge understatement. Beds and Jaycee were never a good idea, even when it was the only option they had.
Thankfully, he had an immediate distraction. His phone made a soft dinging sound to indicate he had a text. Josh pulled it from his pocket and saw Grayson’s name on the screen.
This probably wasn’t good news. And it wasn’t short and sweet, either. It had an attachment. Grayson started by saying the reason he didn’t call was because he hadn’t wanted to wake Jaycee in case she was sleeping.
But there was a lot more than that in the message.
“You know the name Bryson Hillard?” Josh asked, reading through it.
Jaycee repeated the name, shook her head. “Never heard of him. Why?”
“The tech found his name on the laptop they recovered from the house.”
Another headshake. “Who is he?”
“A wealthy San Antonio businessman. No criminal record. Grayson plans to bring him in for questioning first thing in the morning.”
“I want to be there,” she insisted.
Josh didn’t try to talk her out of it. Heck, he wanted to be there, too. Because this was personal now. The idiot responsible had put his unborn child and countless others in danger, and if this Bryson Hillard had anything to do with it, Josh wanted to know. And confront him.
He scrolled through the rest of the email, and the reading came to a jarring halt when he saw the last sentence.
Hell.
He repeated the mental profanity when he opened the attachment.
“Once I take a nap,” Jaycee said, obviously not noticing his change of expression, “I’ll make some calls and find another place to stay.”
Josh finished reading the message before he went to the window and closed the blinds.
When he turned around, Jaycee was waiting, her mouth slightly open, and she had a white-knuckle grip on the bed post. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Josh debated how much he should tell her and decided she had to know the truth. “You can’t leave,” Josh told her. “You’ll have to stay here for the night, because those missing guards are looking for you. They left you a message nailed to the door of your old apartment.”
He walked closer and held up his phone for her to see the message that one of the deputies had photographed.
Jaycee’s gaze darted over the words, and she pressed her trembling fingers to her mouth. “Oh, God.”
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