But he’d fit so easily into her life. Had slept at her feet and pressed against her legs when she was scared and looked at her like she was his person.
And now he was leaving.
Just like Grace might leave.
Just like everything she tried to hold onto eventually did.
Don’t get too attached.
But the warning came too late for both of them.
Micah pulled onto Main Street and slowed, his eyes already cataloging which businesses had cameras mounted above their doors.
The hardware store. The bookshop. The bank on the corner. The pharmacy two doors down from where Naomi had been parked.
He spent the next twenty minutes working his way down the block. Jim Holloway at the hardware store was cooperative and pulled the footage without hesitation—but Naomi’s SUV had been parked just past the camera’s frame. The bookshop’s camera hadn’t worked in six months. The bank had two cameras and decent angles, but a delivery truck had been parked directlyin front between 12:15 and 12:50, blocking the view of everything on the opposite side of the street.
Three businesses. Three dead ends.
Someone had been here. Had walked up to Naomi’s SUV in broad daylight, in the middle of town, and left that note without anyone noticing.
He stood on the sidewalk and looked up and down Main Street, mentally mapping the other possibilities. The pharmacy. The coffee shop. The small law office on the corner.
“Sheriff Sutherland, you copy?” His radio crackled.
Micah unclipped it from his belt. “Go ahead.”
“We’ve got a two-vehicle accident on Route 9, just past the Bowers’ farm. Possible injuries. Deputy Knox is en route, but he’s requesting backup.”
Micah glanced down the street one more time. The pharmacy was fifty feet away. He could check one more?—
“Sheriff?”
He pressed the button. “Copy that. I’m on my way.”
He climbed back into his SUV and started the engine, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Someone had threatened Naomi.
And Micah wasn’t going to stop until he knew who.
