If he wanted to keep his job, they had to make certain no one found out he’d been hiding her. Hayley didn’t like to lie, wasn’t good at it, but she owed Ryan this—and more. “The first thing I must do is see Aunt Meg,” Hayley told him. “She’s been upset long enough. Then I’ll call the police.” “Remember, this won’t mean you’re safe. The police will need to do more investigating before they make an arrest. You’ll be in danger. Don’t tell anyone where you’ll be staying—not even your aunt.” “Okay, I won’t.” They’d agreed that Hayley would continue to live there secretly. It was a desperate move and he knew it, but this was the only way he could protect her until the crime was solved. The cell phone in Ryan’s trouser pocket vibrated. He pulled it out and checked caller ID. Ed Phillips. “Hollister here.” “Looks like the locals were right,” Phillips said immediately. “The ATF lab in Quantico IDed the bomb fragments. Hecho en Mexico. Made in Mexico, as they say.”
