Free Security Blanket by Delores Fossen Page B

to himself, his body would start to listen. Heaven knows it hadn’t listened to anything else he’d demanded it not do.
    Lucky tried to get his mind back on business. “While you were in the shower, I got another call from my friend Cal Rico. He’s a special agent in the Justice Department, and he’s the one responsible for getting those surveillance disks to the sheriff who got them to me.”
    “Have you found anything?” she asked.
    “Not yet. I’m still looking. But Cal let me know that he’s using department resources to look into the e-mail Dexter sent your father.”
    “I think that e-mail was a hoax. It might be my father’s way of trying to get you to leave.”
    Marin and he were obviously on the same page. “Either way, Cal will find out the origin of the e-mail.”
    Lucky didn’t doubt his friend’s ability, but verifying the e-mail was a long shot. If Dexter had indeed sent the e-mail, then he would have almost certainly covered his tracks.
    Marin turned and tipped her head toward his laptop. “So, what have you seen on those surveillance disks?”
    “A lot of people. Not Dexter though. But if he came onto the train, he was probably wearing a disguise.” He paused. “Maybe you could take a look at them and see if you can spot him.”
    She frowned, then nodded. “All right. But for the record, I don’t expect to see him. I think we should be looking for Grady Duran.”
    “Absolutely. But since you know what he looks like, as well, this might go faster with both of us going over the surveillance.” But he rethought that when he glanced at the bandage on her head. “Then again, why don’t you get some rest, and I’ll finish reviewing the disks.”
    “I’ll help,” she insisted, going straight for the desk.
    Lucky huffed, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good to try to talk her out of this. He was quickly learning that Marin was as stubborn as he was.
    That only made him want her more.
    “By the way,” he whispered, just in case there was a bug in the room. “Are there any extra linens around?” He glanced at the bed as they walked past it. “I’m thinking it’s not a good idea if we share the same mattress.”
    She understood completely. “The extra bedding’s in the linen closet. Next to my parents’ room. Probably not a good idea to advertise the fact we need two sleeping areas.”
    True. They already had enough issues with Howard and Lois. “No problem. I’ll just take the floor.”
    “We could build a barrier with the pillows—”
    He stopped and stared at her mouth. “I get your point,” she conceded. “Pillows wouldn’t be much of a barrier.”
    Heck, he wasn’t sure being on the floor would be much of a barrier, either, but Lucky knew he wouldn’t get a minute of sleep next to her. And he needed a clear head along with a little sleep to get through the next two days.
    Lucky clicked the resume feature on the surveillance disk, and images immediately appeared on the screen. Marin dragged a chair next to his, and they sat, silently. Since Lucky figured a visual aid might help Marin, he took out the photo of Dexter, Grady Duran, his sister and Brenna Martel and positioned it next to his laptop.
    “This is the station in Fort Worth, where we both got on,” he explained. “The security cameras were on the entire time that passengers were boarding.” He backtracked the disk to show her the recorded image of Noah and her.
    Lucky was about ten yards behind them.
    Several times during that brief walk from the terminal to the train, Marin glanced back, but each time Lucky tried to make sure he disappeared in the crowd.
    “Well, if I didn’t notice you,” she remarked, “then I could have missed Grady Duran.”
    “Or your brother.”
    That earned him a scowl that he probably deserved, and they continued to watch the disk. “Okay, this is where I left off before I went to check on Noah. The train is about to leave. There are only a couple of people left at the