Mara crossed her arms tightly. “Victor Hale never gave up all his contacts.”
My stomach turned cold.
Victor.
The man in the raincoat.
“He’s still in prison,” I whispered.
Reeves nodded once. “Prison doesn’t stop organized networks.”
Noah ran into the kitchen then, holding a crayon drawing.
“Mommy, look! I made a dinosaur!”
I forced a smile so he wouldn’t see the terror draining the color from my face.
Daniel Reeves watched him carefully.
Then he said the words that shattered whatever safety I still believed in.
“You and your son need protective surveillance immediately.”
That night, two unmarked FBI vehicles parked across from my house.
Noah thought they were “secret spies.”
I let him believe that.
At 2:13 a.m., my security alarm screamed.
Every light in the house snapped on automatically.
I bolted upright in bed just as a voice shouted outside.
“Backyard movement!”
