the road she lived on.
Inhaling and exhaling, she felt much better and would feel a lot better once she was locked in her house with Aidyn. Her mom had a bedroom in the back of the house usually for late nights, but she'd asked her mom to stay with her tonight, still a bit uneasy about the missing woman and then being followed. She'd call Sophie tonight and find out what had transpired with Yvette's friend. Hopefully, she'd just gone to a friend’s house and was just out of touch. Hopefully.
Seeing her driveway up ahead, she quickly hit the button on the garage door, pulled into her driveway, turned around at the top and backed into the garage. It had been a habit of hers to do this. Always looking for the quickest escape if they needed it. Tapping the garage door button, she sat in her car until the door lowered to the ground.
Opening her door, she exited the car and entered her house, locking the door behind her. Safe at last. Arming both the security system at the range and the house, she turned to find her mom waiting for her in the kitchen.
"Hi, honey. Are you hungry? I made spaghetti tonight."
"Thanks, Mom, a small plate sounds fantastic. Is Aidyn already in bed?"
"Yes, he was exhausted. We played at the park today and then he had his soccer game. Those little kids are so danged cute running after the ball. None of them stay in their positions and those coaches have the patience of saints. But, he ran his little legs off."
Bridget smiled. That was Aidyn, running and playing and having fun.
"I'll go give him a kiss then I'll come back and eat."
Kicking her boots off at the laundry room, she quietly padded down the hallway to Aidyn's room. Pushing the door open silently, she stood and watched his little face, tucked so sweetly into his pillow, his breathing even and deep. That right there was her heart. Her whole life.
A sound from the front of the house caught her attention. Reaching back for her pistol, she pulled it from her holster and walked to the front windows. Standing to the side, she peeked from behind the curtains to see nothing in the front yard. Glancing around the landscaping close to the house a movement caught her attention. Her heart hammered, her breathing increased and her body stiffened. What the hell was that?
Bridget's mom entered the room and looked at her with her gun drawn. Her brows furrowed.
"What is going on?"
"I heard something outside."
Her mom, always levelheaded, walked to the window, cracked the curtain open and took a good look outside.
"It's a cat."
"What?"
"A cat. Running through the bushes."
Walking closer to the window, Bridget looked out the same spot her mom had and let the air whoosh from her lungs as the cat ran from under the bushes and chased after a bird.
"Oh."
Holstering her gun, she inhaled and let it out again.
"I think you need to tell me why you're so on edge."
12
While they waited for their contacts to get back to them, Megan, Skye, Roxanne and Yvette sat around trying to pull together all the information they had. This would likely be a pro-bono job because no one had reached out to them. But, he'd gladly do it without pay to make sure Bridget was safe. He could at least do that for her. He felt connected to her, at least in a small way.
Skye read the text on her phone out loud. "Riah went missing from the parking lot at work. She worked in the morning but had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. She left work around 1:00 p.m. But her car was still in the parking lot. The doctor's office called Riah's husband looking for her which prompted him to call her at work. Being told she'd left he drove to her office building and found her car still there. Scared, he called the police. They're investigating."
"Where did she work?" Gaige was pecking away on his keyboard.
"She worked at Insurance America, a large insurance company in Denver, Colorado."
Skye looked up at her husband, the two of them together were a nice-looking couple. As he looked around the room his pride bloomed in his chest. This whole group was a great looking one. Not that it mattered, but he'd heard others say it on a few occasions and it always made him feel inadequate. The long scar on the right side of his face made him