Russell Wilbarger was in Washington, D.C., under surveillance by Mark Callahan, and Shannon was tucked away at Jack Davenport’s estate, Eagle’s Rest, where the security system surpassed anything Daniel had ever seen. She would be safe until he got home. He missed her. He’d been on the road crisscrossing the country for weeks now, making it home to Eternity Springs only long enough to pick up Shannon and take her to Boston to meet his family at Thanksgiving. They’d loved her, of course, and the holiday had been his happiest in a decade. He’d hoped to be home before now, but so far, his search for dirt on the dirtbag had turned up infuriatingly little. He’d interviewed over a dozen people. Spent hours upon hours poring over databases and researching newspaper archives. Experience had taught Daniel that the criminal who committed one vile act invariably had others waiting to be uncovered. So far, he’d come up dry, but it was only a matter of time until he found it. If he was going to have this threat eliminated by the wedding day—his goal—then he needed to find the so-far-elusive evidence PDQ.
