“But not for you?” Connor asked because he really wanted to know the answer. For some reason she still viewed herself as immune to what could happen here.

Ben talked to someone in a low voice, then hung up and looked at the rest of the room. “I need to do some forensics on the door, but you two can head back in and try to get some sleep.”

Evan’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.”

“Yeah, that’s not very likely.” Connor wondered if he’d ever be able to sleep again. They were running out of houses and bedrooms.

Ben kept talking as if the room hadn’t burst into chatter at his suggestion. “We’ll regroup tomorrow morning.”

“There’s no reason to put this off. I’m going to work.” Evan headed for the porch without saying another word.

“What does that mean?” Maddie asked.

Evan stopped just as he crossed the threshold to the outside. “Someone needs to investigate Daria, collect the evidence. I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have jurisdiction here. Remember that and take the night off.” Ben didn’t sound as if he welcomed a fight. “I’ll watch the house tonight. I have officers on patrol. We’re covered without you.”

Evan shook his head. “I guess I’ll just hope that everyone will still be alive by morning.”

“He’s dramatic tonight.” Connor watched the other man climb into his car and back out of the driveway. He didn’t stop or even flick on his lights until he was well out of the residential area.

Ben continued to study the door. “I think hyperspeed is his only speed.”

Maddie sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Neither are you.” Ben’s head popped up and he pinned Maddie with his stare. “This does feel wrong.”

Every single piece of this. Every minute. Connor agreed. “That sounds like an understatement.”

“If Daria hired Owen, why kill him? If she wants to come after you, why do it this way? You’ve been out in the open, around town. Your house is on a busier road than Connor’s. There are streetlights.” Ben shifted to the side and something crunched under his foot. “It looks like the person who wanted inside took care of the light first. Smart move.”

“So, not an amateur.” That was Connor’s nightmare. He stood a chance at running down an amateur. They’d be on equal footing. But someone trained, someone who knew how to shoot more than a target at a range, that person would have an advantage he might not be able to overcome by pure adrenaline.

“She could have been planning this for a long time.” Ben shrugged. “She might not be alone. We have to allow for that possibility.”

Connor saw movement in the yard a few feet behind Ben. White and paws. A leash dragging along the grass. “Mr. Higginbotham.”