A knock sounded at Jack’s door, and he pushed away from his sketch pad to investigate. As he stood, his muscles ached from his early run.
This time, he paused to look out a window first, not something he’d ever felt he had to do in Summer Beach. Scout padded behind him, curious about his actions.
He hadn’t been able to get that conversation he’d overheard at the cafe out of his mind. While he’d known that the investigative reporting he’d done could pose future threats, he didn’t have a family back then.
Peering through a slit in the blinds, Jack saw a postal van pull away. All clear.
All clearHe’d never been much concerned for his safety, and he’d been in plenty of dangerous situations working on crucial stories. But now, he had Leo to think about. The boy was playing video games in hi
