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security guard on duty. Luckily for that one he probably still had a job. I hadn’t had a chance to interview him yet. I’d spent the past hour on the phone with the police, the Bransons, and Blake. Alicia, the baby, and the rest of the staff were all gathered in the living room, waiting for the all clear to go back to their rooms. Alicia looked frightened, and the poor baby was crying and upset after being woken up by such a rude noise. I wanted to take Alicia into my arms and tell her it would be all right. I still wasn’t sure about the baby.
                  The guard shook his head. “He’s not saying anything at all to us. Vince talked to him first. The police are in there with him now though, so hopefully they can get something out of him. You know, all they’ll be able to charge him with is trespassing unless they get him to admit that he was here for something else.”
                  “Where is Vince?” Vince is the head of the Bransons’ security. I’d spoken to him on the phone but had yet to meet him in person. 
                  “What the hell kind of security lets someone get onto the property not once, but twice?” Matt Branson’s booming and slightly intoxicated voice interrupted the young officer before he could answer my question. I looked over and saw him glaring at the poor security officer. The young guard looked like he might pee his pants. Branson seemed like the kind of guy that worked overtime to intimidate his staff. It was obviously working on this poor guy.
                  “Mr. Branson, maybe we could go talk in the living room,” I said, trying to help.
                  “Where is he?” Branson said, this time looking at me.
                  “Where is who, sir?”
                  “The man that tried to kidnap my daughter!”
                  “Well, sir,” I said in my calmest of tones. “We don’t exactly know yet what he was doing on the property. He’s with the police right now, and they’re trying to sort that out.”
                  “You can’t honestly think that this is a coincidence, can you? Has everyone lost their minds?” Mrs. Branson had stepped into my view as well. I might have expected an anxious mother demanding to see her child. Instead, she simply looked bored, annoyed, or drunk. I wasn’t sure which.
                  Still trying to stay calm myself so that I didn’t further agitate him, I said, “Like I said, we just don’t know anything yet. When the police finish with him, they will come and talk to us. I would really like to speak with you and your wife while we wait.”
                  Branson gave the security guard one more hard stare before telling him, “I want you back here at eight in the morning. Once I know exactly how this man got onto my property and I speak to Vince, we’ll discuss whether or not you still have a job. Now go home. Obviously you weren’t doing any good here anyways.” He turned to me then and opened his mouth. I realized then that he might be a huge ass, but he was at least a smart one. He knew better than to say whatever was on the tip of his tongue to a man twice his size. Instead, he adjusted his suit jacket and said, “Mrs. Branson and I will meet you in the sitting room.” He took his irritated wife by the arm and led her away.
    When he was gone, I told the security guard, “I’m sorry, man. I will do all I can to convince him that you and your guys did your best tonight, and if it wasn’t for you he would have gotten away. I’ll talk to Vince as well.”
                  “Thanks,” the kid said. It was obvious by the look on his face that he’d already kissed his job good-bye. I watched him go and then texted Blake.
                  “The Bransons are home.”
                  “I’m at the gate. Be there in five or less,” was the