Gray’s foot tapped out a random beat onto the floor. His nerves were shot. He hadn’t slept in days, and every noise made him cringe. Being a target wasn’t easy. It could actually drive a man insane.
It had all started when he had said goodbye to Skylar at the airport. No sooner had he gotten into the car that he realized he was being followed. He’d even asked the driver from the driving service.
The old, grouchy man had agreed. They were being tracked. Gray hadn’t felt secure in that vehicle.
He had the distinct impression that the man, who was paid for transportation and protection services, would have let Gray and his research be taken. Or killed.
He’d gone home and done some digging to find the best protection agency in town. He’d stumbled, quite by chance, on Nick Milan’s company.
