He’d pulled down the blinds. No lights were on. The door was locked. He had two guns, a rifle, and the windows were rigged with security sensors that would alert them if anyone tried to break in. He had a cell phone, walkie-talkie and a landline phone. Of course, the best security measures were downstairs. Mason, Dade, Nate, Kade and Bree. The Rylands were on duty. Or as Mason always liked to say “justice isn’t just coming—it’s already here.” Gage was counting heavily on that to get them through this night. Gage glanced around the apartment again. Double-checking. He couldn’t see anything that needed correction. Now, all that was left was to make Lynette get some rest. That might not be easy since she was watching him like a hawk. No doubt worried that he’d go off half-cocked to confront her father about the threat he’d made to the baby. And he would confront Ford.
