Keith muttered as he turned away from Isaac’s front door. He hunched down and pulled the collar of his jacket around his ears as the rain fell overhead. This was his second time checking Isaac’s house today, confirming his suspicions. The worst-case scenario had indeed happened. The con artist he had been staking out for weeks was on the run again. Isaac had picked up stakes and moved on with the efficiency of Ringling Bros. Circus. When had Isaac had the time to pack, let alone get his stuff into a moving van? Keith had been watching him almost sixteen hours a day. The only time he hadn’t been watching Isaac was when he was asleep. Keith wondered if, like Stephanie Gibbons, Isaac had suspected he had been following him this whole time. Maybe he had gotten wind of his impending arrest and had decided to skip town quietly. “Or maybe she told him about you,” the familiar voice in his head argued as he walked toward his SUV. “Maybe they were in cahoots this whole time.” Keith stood with his hand on the car’s door handle.
