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that information over the years, Crowe. And if the Slasher stole it before killing Clyde, then he’ll make certain Wayne Sorenson receives those files once they realize the bastard is out to frame us as well.”
    â€œWait.” Logan paused as they each stood within the warmth of the kitchen, trying to make sense of a past and a present that simply had too many pieces missing. “You think Amelia would have sent that information?”
    â€œHell no.” Rafer saved Crowe from having to admit to something they should have known about all along. “But she’s not the only one in and out of that office.”
    â€œWhy don’t we just keep looking for the files Clyde hid and see what he added to them?” Crowe challenged the other two men mockingly. “We still have the backup digital copy; all that may be missing is whatever he found recently. We have some things to finish ourselves anyway. We’ll make it appear we’re concentrating on opening Brute Force Security Services and getting the plans in place for the resort, Avalanche. While Clyde’s killer thinks we’re distracted by those endeavors, we’ll see what we can do to make him show himself.”
    And while they were doing all that, distracting the Slasher, possibly another killer, Wayne Sorenson, and whoever else decided to watch, Crowe would continue to fight the urge to return to the only addiction he’d ever had in his life.
    That of one delicate, far-too-beautiful fairy who tempted him to recklessness.
    Amelia.
    â€œWe need this house and the ranch wired while we’re at it.” Crowe looked around the kitchen and open living room, his eyes narrowed as plans began to form in his mind.
    Turning to Logan, he asked, “What did Clyde say our parents did when they first began to suspect the little accidents they were experiencing were more than accidents?”
    Logan stared at him thoughtfully.
    â€œHe said they looked at the strengths and weaknesses of each of their homes then chose the one they thought would best protect all three families and moved into it together.”
    Crowe nodded as Rafe carried the coffeepot and cups to the table where they all took a seat.
    â€œThey all lived in town at the time,” he reminded them.
    â€œYeah, so?” Rafer prodded.
    â€œListen to me, dammit,” he growled. “They lived in separate areas, in separate homes, and Rafer’s parents were here at the ranch more often than not.”
    â€œYeah.” Rafe rubbed at the back of his neck as Logan leaned forward, watching Crowe silently.
    â€œBefore, there were odd accidents, nothing too serious, but enough to cause them to become concerned for their children and move into the one house that Logan’s parents owned—”
    â€œBut what they did was allow the killer to focus on one location, and on our families as a whole,” Rafer guessed.
    â€œExactly.” Crowe could see now exactly how they could further strain the enemy’s resources. Especially if the enemy was limited in manpower. And the Stalker would have to be limited in manpower. The more people were involved, the greater the chances of discovery.
    â€œLogan.” He turned to his middle cousin. “Get your stuff together and move into the house on Rafferty Lane.”
    He turned to Rafer. “You’ll stay here on the ranch while I make it appear I’ve moved into the cabin on Crowe Mountain.”
    Logan snorted. “Like you haven’t been living there for years anyway whenever you’ve come back.”
    Crowe smiled with slow, easy mockery.
    â€œBut they didn’t know when I was due to return,” he reminded them. “So, they never knew when I was home, allowing me to move about freely whenever I did leave the mountain, as long as I stayed in the shadows.”
    â€œBecause you weren’t where you were supposed to be,” Logan said thoughtfully.
    Crowe inclined his