Brie asked quietly over breakfast with Linc. “I called the FM when I was at the police department, and McPeak and Laughlin will fill in for our quadrant while we push this investigation on who’s after you.” “Linc, if they want to kill me, why haven’t they done it yet?” “They may have tried with that second explosive device up in Cleveland we answered.” Brie nodded. “It might have been. But they’re tearing up our homes, not firing shots at us. Or me.” Linc agreed with her. “Whoever it is is looking for something, Brie. Some tangible piece of evidence that was either in your possession or John’s.” He shook his head and scowled. “Believe me, I’ve been through all your paperwork and John’s, and I can’t find anything that would incriminate any company except for Bach. I just can’t figure it out. When John died, did Carol give you anything of his?” Brie thought for a moment. “I was in the hospital when she called up one day. Carol was in tears, I remember that much.”
