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sister. Elle wouldn’t get mad; Bree knew that. But it didn’t mean admitting defeat would be welcome. Elle would become involved and the last thing she wanted was for her to be the target of those mysterious green letters. She needed to make sure she took control of the situation and handled it with competence to protect her sister.
    “What else was damaged?” she asked.
    “This is as far as I went. I can see spray paint on some of the equipment but thought I better call you first.”
    “Let’s go take a look.” Bree set her jaw and focused all her attention on calculating the cost of the damage.
    As she walked around the equipment, she saw members of the construction crew arriving. Soon police would come, but she had a feeling they wouldn’t be fast about it. Whoever was behind this had enough power to feel as if they were invincible, which usually meant they had a police or government contact.
    Marcus tapped her on the shoulder as they took in the damage outside the building. “Police are finally here. It only took them an hour and a half,” he said with disgust.
    “Ah, but that is good news,” Bree smiled as she waved to the uniformed officers and started to head their way.
    “How?”
    “Because that narrows my list of suspects to two. Only Trevor Marion and Jeff Henderson have those kinds of contacts. They inadvertently gave themselves away. Now we just have to figure out which one is behind this.” Bree stopped her explanation when some of the workers approached.
    “What should we do, Bree?” Al, one of the workers, asked.
    “As soon as the police wrap up, we’ll start cleaning up. I’m so sorry to call you all in today.”
    “It’s okay. It gets us all riled up when this happens. Do you know who it was yet?”
    “Not yet, but I have an idea. I’d better go talk to the police.” Bree and Marcus headed toward the police officers who were taking their sweet time getting out of the cruiser.
    “You the senior site manager?” the older officer asked Marcus while ignoring Bree.
    “That’s right,” Marcus said as he drew himself up. “And this is Miss Bree Simpson, the vice president of Simpson Steel and Construction.”
    The police officer ignored her again. “What seems to be the problem?”
    “The problem?” Bree asked incredulously. “You don’t see the spray paint everywhere or the broken windows?”
    The police officer never looked at her. He slid his pad into his back pocket and addressed Marcus. “Probably just some construction hijinks. You know how it is.”
    “Al,” Bree yelled. The group of workers stopped talking and big Al stepped forward. “Yes?”
    Al was a loveable big teddy bear who also happened to be the size of a bear. He was at least three hundred and fifty pounds and six feet seven inches tall. More importantly, he could be very intimidating.
    “This officer here believes all this damage was just construction site hijinks. Did you or any of the boys do this?” Bree called out. The men straightened to their full height and stared daggers at the officer whose collar suddenly felt tight by the way he pulled at it.
    “No, ma’am. We’d never do something like that. You’re the best boss we’ve ever had, and I dare anyone to say otherwise,” Al said as he lumbered toward them. The other men all crossed their arms over their broad chests and nodded their agreement.
    “Good, I’m glad we’ve got that cleared up. Al, why don’t you take this officer around the site and make sure he documents all the damage.”
    “I’ll be happy to. Officer?” The officer gave an audible swallow and followed Al to the offices.
    “I’m going to have a look inside. I hope they didn’t compromise the integrity of the structure,” Bree sighed.
    “I’ll come with you,” Marcus said as they walked across the site toward the building.
     
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    Logan tossed his bags on the bed of the hotel and stepped to the window. Opening the curtains, he looked at the construction