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dragged her down the hall.
    His grip loosened but only slightly. She drew in a breath. “What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Let me go.”
    Now she wished she’d made friends with the neighbor.
    Casey screamed again, louder this time, if possible.
    Then, to her surprise, he threw her on the floor. She slammed against the tile, hitting her head.
    The taste of blood filled her mouth. Unsure why he’d dropped her, but not caring, Casey scrambled to her feet. Before she took off running, she glanced behind her.
    The man wore a tailored black suit, she now noticed. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled something out.
    Casey gasped.
    A gun. He had a gun.
    Casey’s knees trembled. “What are you going to do?”
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    Like a bull intent on goring his target, Jesse slammed into the man from the side. Though he’d held Casey at gunpoint, the guy hadn’t fingered the trigger guard yet. Jesse had to act fast.
    The nine-millimeter slid across the floor.
    The man grunted from the blow. Jesse landed on top of him as they hit the tile floor. The attacker moaned, but Jesse didn’t care. He threw a punch in his face for good measure.
    Blood gushed from the man’s nose, and he pressed hishands to it. “You broke my nose,” he said, his nasal-sounding tone filled with outrage.
    Jesse held his fist in the air and paused. “I’m going to break more than that. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
    Still cupping a hand over his nose, the man dropped to his knees. Something slid from his pocket.
    â€œThe name is Harrison Spear. I’m a friend of the Helmses and I came to check on the house. I found her inside, stealing from them. I pointed the gun at her so she would stay there while I called the police. The bigger question is who are you? And who is she?”
    Fire in her eyes, Casey stepped forward. “I was doing no such thing.” She fairly spat at the man.
    â€œCome on, you had that figurine. It’s worth a lot of money.”
    Jesse relaxed, but only slightly. “Look, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
    He looked to Casey, knowing he’d eventually need to explain why he’d been here to save the day.
    â€œMy name is Casey Wilkes and I’m Leann Helms’s niece.” Casey’s face went pale as she gripped the table. “What were you doing sneaking around in the house? I didn’t hear you come in.”
    Jesse rushed to her side and grabbed her arms, supporting her. Holding tightly, he guided her to the sofa.
    To the stranger he said, “You can get out of here. I think you’ve done enough damage tonight, don’t you?”
    Jesse pulled out his phone, acting as if he was making a call, but took a picture of the man before he left the house. He made a mental note that Spear had grabbed the gun on his way out, but left the item that had fallen from his pocket. He must not have realized he’d lost it. Jesse would remember it, though.
    â€œThank you.” The soft words drew Jesse’s attention back to the woman at his side.
    He squeezed her hand, hoping to reassure her, and felt the strength in her grip. “You’re welcome. I’m just glad—” What exactly could he say to her?
    â€œGlad that you were here? You want to explain that?” Her tone held only a hint of accusation.
    Jesse stood, wanting to put distance between himself and the beautiful Casey Wilkes. He held up a finger. “Just a second.”
    He went to the back door and unlocked then opened it, whistling. Initially, he’d come through the front door, which was unlocked, presumably by Spear, unless Casey had left it unlocked. A glance back and he witnessed Casey’s raised eyebrows.
    Simon came bounding into the house.
    Jesse laughed and rubbed his dog behind the ears. “Simon and I jog on this beach every evening. I heard a scream.”
    Simon sprang over the sofa and onto Casey. He