He opened the door and tried to keep the disappointment out of his features when he saw it wasn’t Bryce, but Sawyer. “Oh, it’s you.”

Sawyer quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t have to sound so disappointed.”

“Yes, but I am,” Kaegan said, moving aside to let Sawyer into his home. “I thought you were Bryce. She’s coming for dinner at seven and she’s thirty minutes late. That’s so unlike her.”

Sawyer frowned. “I went by her house to talk to her and when she wasn’t there I remembered she was visiting Vashti at the inn. When I called Vashti she said Bryce had left hours ago for home to change and come here.”

“Well, she must have stopped somewhere because she hasn’t arrived yet.” Kaegan took in Sawyer’s expression and got a bad feeling. “Is something going on I need to know about, Sawyer? Why were you trying to find Bryce?”

Sawyer rubbed a hand down his face. “This isn’t a personal visit, Kaegan. I’m here on official police business, and when I heard Bryce would be here, I figured I could talk to you both together.”

“About what?” Kaegan asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sawyer released a deep sigh. “We believe we have the identity of the person responsible for setting that fire on your boat.”

“Who?”

“Let’s go sit down and I’ll tell you everything.”

Kaegan nodded, and when they got to the living room, Sawyer sat down on the sofa and Kaegan slid into the chair across from Sawyer. “Okay, man, who set the fire and what does it have to do with Bryce?”

Sawyer met his gaze. “I have reason to believe for the past month or so Bryce was being stalked.”

Kaegan flinched. “Stalked? Bryce?”

Sawyer nodded. “Yes. All last night and most of today I’ve been watching footage from various traffic video cams. Something was bothering me ever since you mentioned your tire had been slashed. I pulled the video cam from the traffic light on the corner where Bryce lives for that Friday night and for other nights.”

Kaegan got to his feet with a worried expression on his face. “And?”

“And I noticed a vehicle making random drive-bys down Bryce’s street. Not too often but often enough to get my attention.”

“The same vehicle?”

“No, but the license plate identified them as rentals.”

Kaegen felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Go on, Sawyer,” he said, when his friend got quiet.

“Although there are no video cameras at the end of the pier that branches off to the docks where you keep your boat, there are cameras at various merchants along the pier, as well as one in the parking lot and a video cam at the intersection leaving the parking lot.”

“And you saw something?”

“Yes—another rental vehicle. I was able to get the make and model as well as the tag number. I noticed the same rental vehicle car parked in the lot during the time your boat would have been set on fire.”