Back Point of Danger
Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. Endorsements
  3. Books by Irene Hannon
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
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  33. Epilogue
  34. Sneak Peek of blackberry Beach
  35. Author’s Note
  36. About the Author
  37. Back Ads
  38. Back Cover

Brent looked at Colin. That was the same behavior they’d noticed while they’d questioned Jackson.

This was one perceptive kid.

“I think we can wrap up for today. Thank you for your time—and a special thanks to you, Jeremy. People like you help us do our jobs.” He took out three cards and handed one to each of the family members. “If we have any other questions, we’ll be in touch. And feel free to call if you remember anything else that could be useful.”

The boy fingered the card. “I never met a real-life detective before. Can I tell my friends about this?”

“Yes—but why don’t you wait until we close this case? For now, it’s best if only insiders know what’s going on, and we always ask our important sources to cooperate. Can you keep a secret?”

Jeremy’s chest puffed out. “Yeah. I’m good with secrets.”

“Perfect.” Brent rose, and Colin followed his lead.

They said their goodbyes at the door and retraced their steps down the walk.

“Sorry to pull you out on a Sunday night, but I wanted a second opinion on the boy’s credibility.” Brent dug out his keys.

“Very high, in my opinion. That is one sharp kid. He didn’t miss a trick. We could use more like him in our ranks.”

“That was my take too—and the timing of his sighting the day of the bomb threat coincides with Jackson’s lunch break.”

“So what’s next?”

“Another conversation with Jackson—and I’ll get a warrant for his arrest in the works. I’m also going to talk with any of his coworkers who were on the job the day of the bomb scare. It wouldn’t hurt to touch base with Candy, either. That guy has guilt written all over him.” Brent shifted into the shade.

“I agree. I’m sold that he’s our man for the fake bomb and tire-slashing incidents—but I’m still not convinced he’d have the resources to find the old dirt on Eve Reilly. I also doubt he had anything to do with today’s note. We know he couldn’t have delivered it personally, and I agree with you he isn’t the type to work with a partner on a scheme like this.”

“Which brings me back to the theory that someone is using all the threats against Eve as a cover for their own agenda.”

“I see where you’re coming from with that—but you realize it puts us back at square one. Makes this a whole new investigation.”

“Yeah.” Brent stopped by the hood of his car and shook his head. “And here I thought we were about to wrap this up.”

“You do have one advantage.”

“What?”