Chapter 11

When the doorbell rang, it scared me half out of my skin. I got up and started toward the door, but was intercepted by Brendan.

“No,” he ordered and aimed a thumb indicating I should step back. He took a quick peek through the peep hole and opened the door. There was a uniformed cop standing on my doorstep.

“Gardner sent me over to pick up the tracker,” the cop said. Brendan handed him the thing in a baggie. “Warn him it’s so dirty I didn’t use gloves to remove it, just in case he finds a print. I’m on file for exclusion.”

“Got it. Oh, and he said he sent you an updated report on the rigged package,” the cop said

“Okay, good. Thanks.”

After the cop left, Brendan checked his phone. I presumed he was looking at the email about the report.

“What did they find out about the package?” I asked.

“It had just the poppers, a batch of newspaper, a piece of a brick to give it weight and the note, nothing else.”