cop friend would be moving on eventually. But right now Ian was like the big brother he never had. Collin didnât want to lose that. So when he promised his grandfather that heâd leave the young detective alone to do his work, it was a total lie.
He wondered why, after three weeks, the police were still parked outside his grandparentsâ house. Was his life really still in danger? Or was it because they suspected heâd killed his mother and her boyfriend? He kept coming back to that question. Ian scoffed at it. Did he really think heâd murdered two people in his sleep? How had he tied them up by himself? Where did he get the gun? Where were the shoes heâd used to create the bloody footprints? He couldnât have done it by himselfâand certainly not while asleep. He was being ridiculous. The double homicide had all the earmarks of a drug-related hit, and until they found the killers, the police would be protecting their only witness.
Collin had decided to believe him. But it meant the police had every reason to think someone wanted him dead.
Maybe it wasnât so crazy to imagine some killer on that boat watching the house. Had the guy really been waiting for the last bedroom light to go off? With everyone asleep, it would be easier to break in undetected and then start the killing.
No witnesses , heâd heard the man say on that awful night.
Near the gate at the end of the driveway, Collin stopped dead. From where he stood, he could see the front of Ianâs Honda Civic. He pictured himself going up to it, only to find Ian at the wheel with his eyes wide open and his throat slit.
Wouldnât the cop guarding the house be the first to go?
He pressed the button for the gate, and with a hum, it slowly swung open. Collin took a few more steps to the end of the driveway, all the while staring at the car. There was no one in the front seat, and the passenger window appeared to be cracked. Or was it a reflection on the dark glass? He couldnât tell.
Somewhere behind him, a twig snapped.
âCollin?â
He swiveled around and accidentally dropped the can of Coke.
Ian gaped back at him. He stood a few yards in front of the carânear the side of the road. He wore a gray T-shirt and jeans, and held a gun. Collin hadnât seen him with a gun in his hand before.
âGod, you scared the crap out of me!â Collin whispered. âWhatâs going on?â
Ian tucked the gun in the back waist of his jeans. âI thought I heard something,â he said. âI was checking it out. Iâm a little jumpy tonight. They put us on alert.â
âWhat do you mean? What kind of alert?â
He picked up the can of Coke from the pavement. âWas this for me?â
Collin nodded.
Ian tapped the top of the Coke can several times. âEvery once in a while, they try to scare us with somethingâsome tidbitâso we donât get too comfortable in the job. Today happens to be one of those times.â He held the Coke away from him as he opened it. A bit of spray came out. Then he raised the can at Collin. âThanks,â he said, taking a swig.
âSo what happened?â Collin asked.
Ian warily glanced toward the house. âWe need to talk.â He nodded at the car. âHop inâand donât slam the door. You might wake up your grandparents.â
Collin climbed into the passenger side of the Civic and carefully closed the door. He noticed the window wasnât cracked at all. It was just the shadows of tree branches. Ian ducked behind the wheel and stashed the gun under his seat. With the key, he turned on the carâs electric system for a moment to raise the windows. Then he turned it off again.
âThis alert youâre on,â Collin said. âDid they put an extra guy on a boat to watch the house from the beach side?â
Frowning, Ian shook his head. âNo. Why?â
âThere was a guy out on this small
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