Page 52 of Colton On Guard

“Wife?” Startled, Parker scratched his head. “I thought she was his girlfriend.”

“Well, they got married,” Eli replied. “I’m not sure when. Anyways, Ann is a piece of work. She’s had a few assault complaints against her, but they were all dropped. I suspect her wealthy family had something to do with that.”

“Assault charges?” Parker asked. “For other people? Not just Genna?”

“Yes. And some of the notes indicate Ann is a bit unstable, to put it mildly.”

Parker scratched his head, digesting this. “Do you have any reports that she might have left Anchorage and traveled to Shelby?”

“None whatsoever. But that’s not unusual. Unless she did social media posts or made a point out of telling a lot of people, there isn’t any reason anyone would know or think anything of it. She’s not breaking any laws by traveling.”

Parker told Eli what had happened with Genna’s tires, though he also made sure to mention the irate customer.

“Miles Frankin?” Eli asked, his voice thoughtful. “He has that huge summer house in town.”

“That’s him. I’m thinking about going over there and confronting him. If he slashed Genna’s tires, he needs to pay for her new ones.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Eli sounded concerned. “Someone that gets that irate about not catching fish might not appreciate you coming on to his property.”

He had a point.

“Maybe I should go pay him an official visit,” Eli suggested. “Just to hear what he has to say.”

Though Parker itched to confront Miles himself, sending someone who worked in law enforcement packed a much more powerful punch.

“Would you mind doing that?” Parker asked.

“Not at all. I’ll be sure to keep you posted as to what I find out.”

Having her tires ruined felt like that last straw. In the time since her marriage to Chad had ended, Genna had endured countless harassment. She’d finally been able to get some peace after fleeing Anchorage and coming home to Shelby.

And that’s actually what made all this worse. Enjoying a normal life for a few weeks before the tormenting had started up again.

The respite had given her a false sense of security. She’d finally believed she had been able to move on, to rebuild her life, with hopes she could make it a good one.

When Parker came back inside, she walked right over, wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly.

“It’s going to be all right,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through his chest as he hugged her back. “Eli is going to pay Miles Franklin a visit. If it appears for even an instant that Miles is the one who did this, I’ve told Eli that you’re pressing charges.”

“Thanks.” Stepping away, she thought for a moment. “It has to have been him. I’d rather that than have it be my stalker. I don’t like to think of the possibility that he might have found me.”

“I don’t like that, either.” Parker admitted. “But I really think it was Miles. It’s too much of a coincidence that it happened right after his blowup at you at RTA.”

“Either way, it looks like I’m on the hook for new tires. I don’t want to file a claim with my insurance company because, when Ann and Chad were harassing me, I had to file a couple. I don’t want to get canceled.”

“I see your point.”

She considered a moment. “There’s a possibility this is work-related. And maybe not Miles, though I can’t for the life of me think of anyone else that go super angry at me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

“There have been quite a few hang-up phone calls lately,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

Her attempt mustn’t have worked because Parker swung around to eye her. “When you say a few, how many do you mean?”

She shrugged, still attempting to be casual. “More than ten a day. At first, I thought it was someone dialing the wrong number. But now it seems deliberate. I’ve even started making a note of the time they come in. There’s definitely a schedule.”

“Like every hour?” He moved closer.