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Riley grimaced. “The Company knows or has access to many things that might surprise you.”

“They’re jurisdiction is overseas, not inside US borders.”

“Right.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know. No one plays by the rules these days.”

“Exactly.”

They walked into the kitchen, where Iona and Elias were preparing the last of the waffles and bacon.

Riley breathed deep. “It smells wonderful in here. I’m sorry I deserted the ship. I should have been helping you, not sipping tea.”

“You needed the time, Riley, and Elias is good at following directions.”

“Wait a minute.” Elias scowled. “I can grill. You tasted what I could do last night.”

“Save it. Grilling is not the same thing as cooking. In a kitchen, you’re merely an apprentice.”

He snorted. “And I suppose you’re a master chef?”

“I can’t claim that title, but I know my way around a kitchen.”

“Postpone the argument until later.” Andre seated Riley at the table. “We need to get out of here as soon as possible.”

Elias and Iona set platters of food on the dining table, then brought the syrup and butter. Soon, their plates and platters were empty. “We’ll load the dishwasher and start it while we load our gear in the SUVs,” Iona said.

“Where are we going next?” Elias asked.

“Micah Winter’s cabin. He offered it when Zane told him about our breach in security.”

“Does he understand we’ve been dodging attempts on Riley’s life and could engage the enemy again in and around his house?”

“Micah’s house is off the grid. Besides, he has plenty of insurance coverage in case that happens. He said he wasn’t worried about it since his wife has a great fondness for Artemis.”

“Let’s get moving, then. My skin is prickling.”

Andre straightened. “How bad?”

“Enough for us to leave now.”

Not good. If Elias thought trouble was coming, you could bank on it. The question was how soon trouble would show up on their doorstep. He grabbed his bags and Riley’s and walked out the front door. As he loaded their bags into his SUV, Andre casually scanned the area, checking for changes.

Nothing.

He knew something was off but couldn’t pinpoint where. Andre walked to the back of Elias’ SUV and helped him load his and Iona’s bags. “There’s someone out here, but I can’t find him. Can you?”

Elias rearranged the bags, scanning their surroundings. “Treeline. Left side of the tree with the birdhouse.”

“Let’s get the girls and make tracks. I don’t like this.”

They climbed the steps to the porch and walked into the house. Once inside, Elias went to the side of the picture window and eased the curtain aside.

“Trouble?” Iona asked.

“Maybe.” He turned as Riley joined them. “Ready?”

She nodded. “What do you want to do about our audience?”