Chapter 22

“We don’t have to do this. It’s really your choice. It’s just the best way I can think of to draw him out before he kills someone else.”

“Other than me.”

Steve gripped my shoulders. “Adam, I won’t let that happen.”

“You’re going to be around twenty-four-seven?”

“I can’t be. But once I talk to my lieutenant, I’m sure he’ll agree to assign someone to watch you when you’re not at work. Of course this is a crap shoot. I could be way off base.”

“But if you’re not, we can stop the bastard. All right. Let’s do it.”

I left the house, feeling as if there was a target on my back, and rejoined the small group of Lane residents who were still watching the proceedings. When Brent asked, I told him the detective had wanted me to identify the weapon as one that had come from my house. “Probably taken when it was vandalized,” I added.