He gave her a quick kiss. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” he lied, suspecting otherwise. As he made his way downstairs, his heart pounded. When he’d looked out her bedroom window, he saw the cop car parked in her driveway, and the shadow of a burly male figure filling her doorway. With the hacker never far from his mind, he hoped to God this wasn’t another attempt to torment her. When a fist beat against her screen door, Peanut went on a barking rampage. “Coming,” Trey announced. He swiped Peanut up with one hand, unlocked her deadbolt and opened the interior door. The police officer’s stone-faced expression changed to one of surprise and then amusement, which Trey assumed was due to his rumpled state and the tiny dog in his grasp. Trey ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “Can I help you?” The officer coughed into his fist. “Sorry to interrupt—er, bother you. I received an alert from the security system at this address.
