Grant didn’t argue, just signaled Rayne.
The women joined them a moment later. “Well?” Rayne asked.
“No bug or tracker.”
“Don’t have to use those when you use the old-fashioned method of tailing someone,” Iona said. “Do you know where he’s hiding?”
“The bushes on the right side of the parking lot. Can you see him, Elias?”
He shook his head. “Too dark. I see a shadow moving, but that’s about it. I can’t see his face.”
Rayne glanced at Iona. “Want me to flush him out?”
Iona and Grant said no at the same time.
She rolled her eyes. “You guys never let me have any fun.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Grant grabbed several bags of groceries at once and loaded them into the truck bed. “You don’t need to put yourself in more danger. We’re in plenty of hot water without you turning the temperature higher.”
She sighed. “Too bad you’re right. I want to go home and check on my garden.”
“Now, that’s a plan I can get behind.”
“You just want to get at those watermelons.”
“They should be ripe soon, and I like watermelon.”
“Wrong. You love watermelon.”
“At least it’s healthy.”
They continued their banter until they’d loaded the bags into the truck bed. “Get in,” Iona murmured. “I’ll try to get a picture of our peeper as we’re leaving the parking lot.”
Grant opened Rayne’s door and lifted her onto the passenger seat.
Elias motioned for Iona to climb into the backseat, then followed her inside and closed the door. “Get that picture fast. I have a bad feeling.”
“Copy that.”
Grant drove away from the parking lot and headed out of town. “Did you get it?” he asked Iona.
“Nope. By the time I turned around in the seat to snap his picture, he’d already disappeared.”
Not good. Elias’ hand clenched. “Step on it, Grant.”
“Yep.” The truck surged ahead as Grant pressed the accelerator to the floor. “I hope the local police are on their coffee break.”
“Based on what we’ve seen when we’re in town, they’re always on a break.”
Grant chuckled. “Can’t argue. Keep an eye out for trouble.”
Halfway to the cabin, headlights flashed in the rearview mirror. Elias turned to look out the back window. “Got a tail.”
“Got more coming straight at us.” Grant settled deeper into the driver’s seat and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “Classic pincer move.”
“We need to get out of it.”
“Have any ideas?”
