“Thank freaking god,” Ian Taggart said over the line. “I swear you’ve been gone for a week and you forget all our fucking protocols, one of which is to carry your phone at all times. Finding this number was insanely hard.”

That answered his question. His hand tightened around the receiver. “What’s going on?”

“Maia called about thirty minutes ago. The feds filed to put Lisa under custody as a material witness. They got a judge to sign off on the warrant outside of the courtroom. Maia only found out because she’s got a mole over at the federal office. The fact that they did this in the dead of night scares the shit out of me. They’ll be down there tomorrow morning to pick Lisa up. It’s best we avoid the whole thing. They can’t take her in if they can’t find her. Get her out of there now. I’m sending someone else down so you can take shifts.”

His mind was whirling. What the hell had happened? “Wait? What? The prosecutor said there wasn’t a case.”

“Well, he changed his mind,” Taggart replied. “I don’t know and Maia hadn’t heard anything had changed about the case. I have to figure out what the hell is happening, but the first thing I need you to do is get Lisa someplace safe.”

“They don’t know she’s here. Her brother doesn’t even know exactly where she is. We left from the hospital and I made sure we weren’t followed.”

“Oh, but they do,” Taggart replied. “They know exactly where she is. Apparently someone named Josette Trahan recently filed papers with the local courthouse. She’s suing Lisa and she listed Lisa’s address as the bar. Normally that wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye, unless they were looking for her and looking hard. Someone’s been hunting her down in cyberspace.”

Hunting her. The words chilled him to the bone.

“I’ll call you when I have her secured. I’ll make arrangements for someone to take over here, but they won’t know anything more than we left. We’ll be ready to send those feds on their way in the morning.” He hung up and immediately went for the gun case.

“You won’t have the chance, my friend. They’re already here,” a voice said.

Remy turned and a shadow peeled away from the wall. The man coming at him was roughly six foot two and lanky. Dressed in all black, but his shock of light blond hair gave him away.

Taggart was going to kill him for getting caught without a gun. The week had made him soft and now he was with a known assassin in his own damn office.