"You see that truck?" I ask him. "Dark blue Silverado, parked on the road?"
Kyle looks up from mucking a stall. "What truck?"
"Never mind." I pull out my phone, show him a photo I managed to snap. "You see this vehicle around here before?"
He squints at the screen. "Maybe? I don't really pay attention to traffic. Why?"
"Just curious." I pocket my phone. "Grace mention anyone following her? Anyone making her uncomfortable?"
Kyle's expression shifts. "Actually, yeah. Yesterday she said she thought someone was tailing her on a vet call. But she figured she was being paranoid."
My blood runs cold. "Where was the call?"
"Peterson ranch. About twenty miles east."
Twenty miles. Middle of nowhere. Perfect place to grab someone if you wanted to.
"She mention what the vehicle looked like?"
"Dark colored truck, I think. She didn't get a good look."
Fuck.
"Thanks." I head back toward the office, my mind racing.
Someone's watching Grace. Following her. And they're not being subtle about it.
I need answers. Fast.
I knock on Grace's office door and wait until she opens it.
Her client must have left.
"Shadow? What's?—"
I pull her outside, lowering my voice. "The dark blue Silverado. You seen it before?"
She blinks. "I... maybe? Yesterday I thought someone was following me on a call, but?—"
"Where?"
"Peterson ranch. But Shadow, I'm sure it was just?—"
"It wasn't." I grip her shoulders, making sure she's looking at me. "Someone's watching you, Grace. Following you. And I need you to take this seriously."
Fear flashes across her face. "Who?"
"I don't know yet. But if you see that truck again—if you see anything suspicious—you call me immediately. Understand?"
"You're scaring me."
"Good." I pull her close, press a kiss to her forehead. "Be scared. Be careful. Don't go anywhere alone. And call me if anything feels off."
She nods against my chest. "Okay."
"I mean it, Grace, and for fuck’s sake, carry your piece on you."
"I know." She pulls back, looking up at me. "What are you going to do?"
