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Brandon escorted Sonya to her car, his nerves alert, senses sharp.

She started to slide in the driver’s seat when he noticed a small square of paper about the size of an index card under her windshield wiper. “What’s this?”

He handed it to her and leaned in to read along with her. “Stop looking for Heather Bradley. She doesn’t want to be found.”

Sonya gaped. The baby kidnapped twenty-eight years ago. “Well, I guess we’re making someone kind of nervous.”

A muscle jumped in his jaw as he stared at the note.

“So what do we do?” she asked.

Brandon lifted a brow. “Do you want to stop looking for her?”

“No way.”

She glanced around the parking lot, wondering if the person who’d left the note was watching. Shivers slid up and down her spine.

Spooked, she stayed close to the person who seemed to represent the only security she could find in a world that had shifted on its axis once again. First the death of her father, then her mother. Now someone was sending her threats.