The other van was being driven by Agent Parrish Colby, a newer addition to their circle of friends. He was more Meredith’s friend than hers, but Meredith trusted him and that was good enough for Dani. Colby was accompanied by one of the other agents who were on guard duty at the condo today. They’d left one man behind to ensure that the apartment remained secure.

Dani didn’t want to think about how many strings her brother and cousin had needed to pull to get them this kind of coverage. Although she suspected that Troy was volunteering his time. He hadn’t left them since he’d arrived at the condo Monday morning, sleeping in a chair by the front door overnight.

“Troy, are you on vacation this week?” she asked.

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowed. And guilty looking. “Why would you ask that?”

“Never mind,” she said softly. “You just answered me. I just wanted to say thank you.”

His eyes crinkled in the mirror as he smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Dani leaned back and closed her eyes. She hadn’t slept well at all the night before, Diesel’s story continuing to break her heart even after he’d fallen asleep.

She’d dozed off when the buzzing of her cell phone woke her. Struggling to sit up, she stared at the message with a frown. “What the . . .”

Diesel turned in the front passenger seat to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“This text. It doesn’t make sense. It’s from Greg. It says, ‘On my way.’”

“Maybe he sent it to you by mistake,” Michael signed, but he looked worried.

“Maybe.” Dani typed in a reply. On your way where?

There was no reply. Dani glared at the screen, willing Greg to answer. Dammit, she texted. Text me!

Diesel was still watching her from the front seat, his dark brows furrowed in concern. “I’m calling Adam.”

“I’ll call Deacon,” Dani said. “This could be nothing, but let’s make sure,” she added, because Joshua had the pinched look on his face that said he was scared. “I got Deacon’s voice mail,” she muttered.

“He’s way out in Miamitown,” Troy said. “At a crime scene.”

The kid who was killed after buying baby formula and diapers. Miamitown was on the far west side, at least thirty minutes away this time of day. So she texted everyone in their circle in a group message, asking if anyone had seen Greg.

Faith replied first. He’s at home. Why?

Alone? Dani asked.

Her phone rang. “Yes, alone,” Faith said. “Why?”

Dani told her about the single-line text she’d received.

“Shit,” Faith muttered. “Give me a second. I’m still at the office, but I can track his phone.”

“You can?” Dani was surprised. “Does he know you can?”