Watching the feed, his resolve hardened.“The new sheriff just found out the ammo’s been moved.”He showed the other man.
“Looks like two deputies with him.I’m guessing that’s Willow off to the side?”
“Yes.You recognize her?”
“No.What about that other guy?”
Darren took a closer look.Swore under his breath.“Tripp Rawlings.”
“Aww, man...”
He rubbed a hand over his chin.He liked Tripp and his father.Didn’t want this to involve them or get any messier.But this had to be dealt with.Fast, and decisively.“As soon as they leave, get in there and take down the cameras.Cover your tracks on the way in and out.I’ll get a location on Willow.”He had no choice but to watch her now, find out how much of a threat she posed to him and the operation.
How much did she know?Did she have any other evidence?
“What then?”
Darren shook his head.“We’ll have to keep eyes on her until we know how bad this breach is.The pictures she took concern me.The ammo is serialized.And if she got a clear shot of the sheet, then the sheriff might have it too.”
That could be a big problem.There was no way Darren could have everything listed on there moved and rehidden if the sheriff found someone who could crack the code and then decided to go sniffing around elsewhere.
The people Darren worked for wouldn’t tolerate any aspect of their operation being exposed.
Unfortunately for Willow, it meant she had just put a target on her back.They could take her out and make it look like an accident.
Darren had to fix thisnow, before he became a target himself.
TWENTY-FIVE
M
ae was waiting on the front porch when Willow and Tripp returned from the woods with Rufus.“I saw the sheriff’s vehicles and came straight over.What’s happened?What’s wrong?”
“Long story.”Willow hugged her and put Rufus in the house.“I’m okay.Just tired.”And more afraid than she’d been half an hour ago.
“You sure?”
