CHAPTER 16
Micah wastwo blocks from the station when he spotted Naomi’s SUV parked on Main Street.
A frown flicked at the corner of his lips.
She hadn’t mentioned coming into town.
Not that she needed his permission. Naomi was capable, independent, and she’d made it clear she could hold her own. He’d offered to escort her when Grace was along, and she’d accepted that. But maybe she didn’t have the baby with her.
Still, after everything that had happened, Micah would have thought she’d at least give him a heads-up.
He pulled into a spot at the end of the street and cut the engine.
He sat there a moment, hands still on the wheel as he debated what to do.
Getting out and searching for Naomi would feel like hovering. It might give her the impression he didn’t trust her judgment.
But that dent on the back of her SUV was a reminder that Travis Henderson was dangerous and that Naomi had been his target.
Micah’s gaze swept the street—storefronts, a few parked cars, a woman with a stroller moving past the bookshop.
Then he saw him.
Micah’s breath caught.
Travis Henderson. He was here. In town.
He leaned against the brick wall outside The Grind House, his hands in his jacket pockets and his shoulders loose.
He just stood there. He didn’t go inside. Didn’t look at his phone.
Instead, his eyes drifted up and down the street with the easy, unhurried attention of a man who had nowhere to be and knew it made other people uncomfortable.
Micah got out of his SUV and crossed the street at an angle.
Travis looked over and saw him coming. The man didn’t straighten or even shift his weight.
He simply tilted his head, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Sheriff.” Travis’s voice sounded easy, almost warm.
“Travis.” Micah stopped a few feet away. “Funny place for you to be standing.”
“Free country.” Travis shrugged one shoulder. “Man can’t get a little air?”
“You’re not getting air, are you?”
Travis’s smile widened a fraction. “Maybe I just like people watching.”
Micah didn’t bite. Travis wasn’t the type to merely watch people for entertainment. If he was watching someone, it was for a reason—most likely, a nefarious one.
“You know anything about some animal traps left on the Kings’ property?”
Light flickered in his gaze. “The Kings’ property? Not sure what you mean by that.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Travis.”
“No, actually, I don’t. Besides, I’m not much into leaving traps. I prefer the thrill of the hunt, if you know what I mean.”
