Chapter 7

seven

LIAM

By the time I flew back to Milwaukee, I was exhausted. It seemed like weeks since I'd last seen Paul's home. But in reality, it wasn't that long ago that I'd been sitting in exactly the same location, staring at the same two-story house.

I'd gone to Sunrise Bay to find more proof that Paul had a brother. Instead of uncovering family letters and photos, I'd spent half my time searching for the person who'd shot Alex. Five hours after finding him, we'd been no closer to locating the headquarters of the terrorist organization.

After the shooting, a team of four agents had been sent to watch Paul day and night. Apart from more death threats, nothing else had happened, but that didn't mean the terrorists weren't close.

Thankfully, Paul had spent most of his time inside his home. I was grateful he hadn't gone Christmas shopping or spent too much time at the supermarket. Large crowds of any description could be lethal, especially when we didn't know who wanted to hurt him.

I picked up the folder on the passenger seat. Gathering information about Paul's adoption had been difficult but not impossible. I just hoped something in the folder convinced him to take a DNA test.

Four weeks of work was about to come to a head. If Paul didn't believe his life was in danger, he might not be alive to enjoy Christmas.