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on his cell
phone.
    “Thanks. Y’all can go,” I muttered to
them both, making my way toward the building’s front door. It was
locked. I found a security box with a keypad and entered the code
given to me in my packet.
    It didn’t take me long to find suite
171 down a long hallway. I knocked on the door, something that
could only be described as nerves churning in my
stomach.
    What the hell?

Chapter 6
    Rayanne
     
    I flipped the TV off.
There was no way I could watch even one more minute of it. Flicking
my gaze toward the clock on the stove in the kitchen, I could see
it was nearing 5:30 p.m. Where the heck was this knight in shining armor ?
    Pacing along the throw rug in my
living room, I walked back and forth, chewing my thumbnail. What
was going to happen when this special agent got here? Were we going
to have to leave right away? Was he going to have to stay the night
and watch me sleep? How did this work? My fingers twitched for my
cell phone to try to Google it, but realized I couldn’t. No data.
No Wi-Fi. No nothing. Cut off, sequestered, utterly
alone.
    I told myself I only had to endure
this for another 11 days. That once I testified, it would all be
over with. But did I truly believe that?
    Yes, yes I did believe it. I had to,
it was the only sliver of hope I had to cling to. I had to believe
that after I testified, and the Watson brothers were put in prison,
that I would be okay. I could go back to my regular
life.
    But what about Shane – the Watsons’
nephew? I’d found out he’d been recently indicted, too, but he was
still on the run. Maybe he was the one sending me the creepy phone
calls. Those calls scared me more than anything. I hated them. Most
days I felt like just handing my phone completely over to the FBI
and getting a new number. I couldn’t live with the fear for much
longer. But I couldn’t. They needed for me to continue to get the
get phone calls in hopes they could find this guy.
    I about jumped out of my skin when
three loud knocks rattled my front door. Slowly making my way
toward it, I wondered what I should do. Look through the peephole?
What if someone was behind it, pointing a gun at my face? Should I
ignore it, hope they go away? I doubted they would. I was scared
for my life, but I knew the special agent was going to be showing
up soon and it was probably him or her.
    I stood to the side of the doorjamb
and peered through the peephole. At the same moment, my phone
chirped with a text. I ran over to the dining room table where I’d
left it and checked it.
    Jack-N-Jill: Knight is there. Let him in. Name’s Hawthorne.
Brown hair. Beard, blue eyes, tall. Don’t be afraid to ask him for
I.D. ;)
    I breathed a sigh of
relief.
    Pound-pound-pound. My door rattled again.
    Seeing a tall, bearded guy scowling at
me though the peephole, I slowly disengaged the locks and slid the
door open, shielding the entryway with my body. The door was only
cracked enough to allow my body to fit.
    Swallowing down fear and some other
feeling that made my stomach churn that I didn’t have the energy
analyze, I said, “Can I help you?”
    The guy was still scowling. He pushed
his way past me, practically causing me to fall backwards. I threw
my arms out to gain my balance, and then closed the front
door.
    “What the hell is your problem?!” I
barked at him, all the frustration from the past few days bubbling
over.
    I watched as his eyes scanned my
condo, his right arm tense and hovering over his hip. It was
mid-September and I briefly wondered why he was wearing a jacket. I
watched as he went into the kitchen, then quickly ducked into both
bedrooms, then the bathroom.
    He finally emerged back into the
living room, and when he turned burning blue eyes to me, he gritted
out in a deep gravelly voice, “You just open the door to anyone who
knocks, Blondie?”
    I stomped my foot and crossed my arms
over my chest. I watched with amusement as his eyes scanned my
chest during the gesture, but I kept my