“Emmett?”
“Janie?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I didn’t know who else to call.”
Something about her tone immediately set him on high alert.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned.
“I’m being followed. Black, four-door, tinted windows. I can’t see the plate, but it’s been consistently staying three car-lengths back.”
Emmett’s spine grew stiff and the grip on his phone tightened. “Where are you?”
“Three blocks from my hotel.”
“Don’t go there,” he ordered briskly. “I want you to come straight here, instead.”
“To your office?”
“Yes. But let me call you right back. I need to switch to my cell.”
“Okay.”
“Two seconds.”
He returned the phone’s receiver to its cradle. Grabbing his personal phone, Emmett dialed Janie’s number as he stood from his chair and started for the door. When she picked up the call, he didn’t waste time with much of a formal greeting.
“It’s me. There’s a parking garage attached to the west side of the building.” He spoke as he walked down the hall toward Blake’s office. “What kind of car are you driving?”
“A black Toyota Camry,” she shared before adding, “It’s a rental.”
“Is the other car still there?”
“Three spots back, same as it’s been since I first noticed it.”
Emmett entered Blake’s office without knocking. His teammate looked up from the impressive, state-of-the-art tech setup Blake had designed himself.
“What’s up?” He shot Emmett an inquisitive look.
“I’m with Blake,” he told the woman on the other end of the call. “I’m going to put you on speaker.”
“Okay.”
A quick tap of the screen allowed the three of them to more easily participate in the conversation.
“Hey, Janie. Blake, here. What’s going on?”
“She’s being followed,” Emmett answered the question for her.
His teammate’s blue eyes flew to his with a look that said his protective instincts had just been shot into high gear. Like Emmett, Blake—and every other member of their team—all seemed to be torn from the same tattered cloth.
Someone needed help, they were the first to step in line. It didn’t matter that Janie hadn’t hired them for the protection they offered. That was always part of the package. TheSin R.I.S.C. guaranteed its clients security, should the need arise.
And if Janie was right and someone truly was following her, that need was already here.
“What’s your location?” Blake asked her next.
They listened as she rattled off the street names at the intersection where a red light had forced her to stop.
