She was in the bedroom of the empty cabin Rick had found. Just a few doors down from Marisa's. He'd broken in, then he'd jumped back in his car and driven down the road to watch. When no cops arrived, proving there was no silent alarm, he'd returned and made himself comfortable.

It wasn't the nicest cabin on the lake, that was for sure. Which was why he'd picked it—why get an alarm to protect a dump like this? Needed updating. Brown carpet, ugly plaid couches. But it was better than that rat trap Leslie had found them. And it had this nice deck.

The deck had been empty of furniture, but he'd dragged a padded rocking chair out from the living room, along with a kitchen chair to use as a footrest. Not a bad deal for a couple of hours of spying.

He had to admit, this wasn't the worst part of his adventure, sitting on the back deck of a cabin, sipping water with one hand, watching through his binoculars with the other. He wished he could see the front of their cabin from here, too. But it was quiet on the lake. He had heard car doors slamming earlier and been out in front in time to see everyone get there. He was sure he wouldn't miss anything as long as he stayed outside and stayed vigilant.

The problem was, he was bored to tears.

When Nate and Marisa had come out earlier, their voices had traveled across the little cove. Not that he'd been able to make out what they were saying. And the big man had come out twice, once just a few moments before, to make phone calls. Again, Rick couldn't make out the man's words. Too bad he didn't have a listening device. He'd love to hear what was going on over there.

He pulled out his real cell phone. He shouldn't turn it on. Didn't need to get in contact with anybody or hear from anybody. Ever since he'd lost his temper with Leslie, ever since he'd...

Nope. Wasn't going to think about that.

But ever since, he'd been paranoid. But he could turn it on for a second, right? See if any of his friends had texted him.

He powered it on and checked the texts. Nothing important. A couple missed calls, one from Jessica. Odd for her to have called again.

He powered off the cell and thought about that. Why would Jessica call him again? Either Hunter was really eager to see him, or something was wrong.

He needed to call her back. But he wasn't going to leave his real phone on, and he couldn't use his burner. Someone was probably trying to trace it. He didn't know how that stuff worked, but he wasn't taking any chances. So. What to do?