Ryder watched it as he worked kinks out of his bad leg, the computer behind him, Darius leaning over it. Three hours of staring at the monitor, and Ryder had seen nothing. Not a bird. Not a dog. Not a person. Too bad. He’d been hoping the arsonist would show up looking for Shelby, hoping he’d have a chance to take the guy down and bring him in to the police. He grimaced as he rubbed a knot from his thigh and eased into a stretch that would lengthen the muscles. “What time are you taking off?” Darius asked, and Ryder glanced at the clock, sweat beading his brow as he slowly increased the stretch. “Ten minutes.” “I’ll let Shelby know,” Darius offered, and if the client had been anyone other than Shelby, Ryder would have agreed. He had another five minutes of easy stretching and exercise to do before he started the day. But the client was Shelby, and he had a personal interest in making sure she was okay, an interest that went far beyond protecting her. “I’ll get her.”
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