“You can find out everything about Hanstech. What is the company doing that I can’t read about on their website? And a cybercriminal who went by the name Nebulous 2.0.”

“Dude. I just got goosebumps. Okay. I’m late to a meeting already, but I’ll do what I can.”

Ending the call, Alex stared at his cell, then set it in the seat next to him. Now he was dragging Keenan into Mackenzie’s private investigation, but he had no doubt that he would need help when the thirty-six hours were up.

Tomorrow.

Mackenzie might be the only person who could stop Nebulous 2.0 or find him, and quickly. He’d give her that chance. But he feared what the cybercriminal would try to do with drone technology. In the meantime, Alex would trust that Mackenzie was safe inside Hanstech. She had sworn off elevators for the foreseeable future.

Alex steered from the parking lot and drove down a side road next to the building to check out all the exits. A possible back entrance. A security vehicle coming from the opposite direction flashed its lights, and Alex stopped. The vehicle slowed next to him, and the security guard lowered his window. Alex did the same.

“This area is off-limits,” the guard said.

“I was just turning around.”

“Please just back up.”

“Okay.” The security guard’s reaction made Alex suspect there was a back entrance used for testing or delivering drones.

After leaving Hanstech, he headed to the Rocky Mountain Courage Memorial, a diversion he could use to keep him from obsessing over Mackenzie and constantly texting to check on her. She couldn’t focus with interference, and they didn’t have much time.

Keenan would find a few answers for him, and the county sheriff’s department was looking into the shooter and the break-in last night. Alex would step back from Mackenzie’s cybercriminal to get perspective—and focus instead on the vandal’s identity.

He parked at the trailhead and hiked up. At the memorial, two men wearing helmets and safety jackets worked to replace his father’s destroyed plaque, thanks to an anonymous donor, which he knew to be Terra’s grandfather.

He wouldn’t be alone. He hadn’t thought he would be the only one here, but the noise of the men working was too distracting. He moved off trail and headed up an incline into the woods, where he found a nice flat rock, perfect for sitting and watching the activity below. Who knew? Maybe he would get lucky and see a suspicious individual approach the memorial. A small woman who acted and moved like the vandal on the video. If she carried a sledgehammer, that would be even better. But that would also be too easy.