“Beats me. They said something about a package and that it would turn up eventually.”

Caden frowned. “I don’t want to disagree with you, but I feel like I need to play devil’s advocate here. All of that could have multiple meanings. I think you’re reading more into it than is there.”

“I suppose I imagined someone shooting at us and the bullet holes in Gavin’s truck are just figments of that imagination,” she snapped.

“No, not at all,” Caden said, holding up a hand in a gesture of peace, “that’s not—”

“And Brianne is now dead,” Sarah went on, “her friend fighting for her life, and a guy with a gun tried to use me as leverage to get away from the scene of it all. I suppose I imagined that as well?”

“Sarah, come on. Of course not. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then why don’t you say what you’re saying so I can understand it?”

Caden raked a hand through his hair and glanced at Gavin. Sarah cleared her throat. Gavin’s lips twitched.

“No bro-language going on here,” Gavin said. “I happen to agree with Sarah.”

She blinked. “Well, thank you.”

“Look,” Caden said, “the general asked me not to say anything, but I think you need to know a few details that might help make things a little more clear.”

Gavin cleared his throat. “I . . . uh . . . told her about the threats, if that’s what you’re referring to.”

Caden frowned. “You did?”

He shrugged. “It was a judgment call at the moment.”

“All right.” Caden drew the words out slowly, as though trying to decide whether he was okay with that or not.

“Have they figured out where the threats are coming from? Like narrowed it down to a specific person?” Sarah asked.

“That’s what he’s trying to determine. It’s probably Hibatullah Omar.”

“Omar!” She gaped. “I thought he was dead.”

“We all did,” Gavin muttered.

Caden cleared his throat. “To be honest, I don’t care who’s making the threats. All I care about is that even though they never directly included us in that threat, we’re going to assume it’s there. Everything is being investigated very thoroughly.”

“By who?” Sarah asked. “The general?”

“Yes. Or rather, CID, but I’m sure he has his finger on the pulse.”

She nodded. “Ever since Gavin mentioned the threats, I keep circling back to Dustin’s death. If they’re coming after me, they could have been after him. Set his death up to look like a suicide. Right?”

Caden grimaced and exchanged another glance with Gavin.

“What?”

“We’ve already discussed that and decided that wasn’t likely.”

“You’ve already discussed that? Is there a reason I wasn’t in on the discussion?”

“Come on, Sarah,” Gavin said softly. “You were sick, passed out, or high on painkillers. When would we have discussed it with you?”