Page 40 of Lethal Threat

As she tries one of the bars, I get back to the call. “I’m back. We just landed in SLC. What’s going on?’

“The usual here. I got a contract for a private security gig so a couple members of the team do that for the next twodays. But that’s not what I’m calling about. I have some information for you. Don’t get too excited, it’s not much, but I chased down what I could with some light research into Bryan Owens from the last known address you had.”

She’s eating, but I still turn so Sierra’s less likely to hear. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“The guy missed a meeting with his parole officer a few months ago. Hasn’t been seen since. It’s going to take some time to run down more. Seems like there’s an information vacuum surrounding what his PO did after that.”

I hold the curse back that burns a bitter path on my tongue. My frown tightens. “Can’t say this surprises me.”

“Man, I got to say what you texted me about Sierra’s injury and amnesia is rough to digest. Sorry she got hurt. You didn’t mention how this guy’s connected. Do you think he did this to her?”

“Anything is possible. I consider him dangerous.”

Sierra grins at me.

I wish I could offer the same back. I’m too angry about Bryan. If you would have asked if he’d harm Sierra a year ago, I would have saidhell no. But things changed.

I need to have this conversation in private. My unease makes me pace. “Not sure, Marshall. We should talk in person. Appreciate you doing what you did.”

“Copy that. Let me know when it’s a good time to stop by your house. If anything comes up that you need, let me know. You’ve got our team at your back.”

I haven’t even started the job, and he’s already offering the team’s services. “Thanks, Boss. That means a ton to me.”

“We were friends long before I was your boss.”

It’s good to have him in my corner. My biologicalbrothers have my back too, but they’ve got lives that don’t involve dealing in the dark shadows of security and rescue like Marshall’s company is set up for.

Sierra yawns as she moves to toss the empty plastic wrapper into the trash can. I keep my eyes glued on her. The crowded airport makes me edgy. I don’t like the distance between us.

I’m still not sure of the threat. If it’s Bryan, then there’s no chance in hell he’s in Utah. But I don’t know.

Until I do, I want her close.

A group of people move between us as she makes her way back toward me and I have to shift to keep her in my sight line.

A man’s gaze hones in on her.

I straighten.

He takes a few steps in her direction. Holds his hand out toward her. I speed my steps.

The man says something I can’t hear.

“Hey!” I shout.

He’s only focused on her.

At the last second, I step in his path. “What do you want?”

Flinty eyes raise to my face. “To give you a brochure.” He shoves a piece of paper at me. I snatch it.

He takes a step back, scowling at me. “It’s just a discount coupon for our shuttle service.” He points to the logo on his chest. Speedy Shuttle Incorporated.

I crumple the flyer and loop an arm around Sierra. “I’m her ride.”

He catches the hint and shrinks back. “Whatever, man, I’m just doing my job.”

“Don’t rush up on women like that.” I glare at him. “Ormen either, for fuck's sake. Someone might not be as nice as I am.”