TEN MINUTES LATER BEN appeared and showed Grant Forrester into Nathan’s office.
“I’ll be at my desk, boss,” Ben said, and Nathan shook his head.
“Just give me a couple of minutes here, and then you can go home, okay?”
“Sure. Holler when you’re done.” And Ben headed to the breakroom.
“There are some things I can’t share with you right now,” Nathan began once he and Grant were alone, “but what I can tell you is, you have a stalker, Grant.”
“A stalker? What do you mean?”
“Someone went to a great deal of trouble to bug your car with audio and video and put a tracking device on it. That same person hacked your desktop unit, your laptop, and your cell phone. I believe it’s the same man who rented a gray four-door car in your name. I don’t know yet who he is, but we’re working on it.”
Gran
