To Breathe Again

Chapter 21 - Casting Lines and Secrets

Thank you again for reading.  This is the last chapter before we start getting hot and heavy.  Be warned.

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Sammy's POV

"Fuck!" I hear from Trent's office. "Damn it to hell!" I hear something hit the wall and shatter hitting the floor in a bunch of pieces. I get up and walk over to his office meeting Grants eye as we step inside. We see Trent with his hands in his hair and then look over to see a tumbler he was drinking whiskey from in a hundred pieces on the floor.

"Talk to us." Grant says calmly.

"What the fuck is there to tell!?" Trent screams. Now, normally if someone spoke to Grant like that, he would reach across that desk, pick them up by their throat, and slam them against the wall. I cautiously turn my head towards Grant and see him looking at Trent, surprisingly, with concern.

Grant takes a deep breath and then steps closer to Trent. "Brother. I know." Trent looks up at him through red, blood-shot eyes. "I know. It hurts to have this happen to 'er but we're here. Talk to us."

Trent shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair for what looks like the hundredth time. "Fuck, man. Whoever did this knew exactly how to block my camera system just long enough to get in and out. Not only that but the vehicle that was caught on the exterior cameras was owned by a little old lady who had no idea her car was stolen until I called her. Poor thing has been bedridden for a week due to a hip injury." He states blowing out air in frustration.

"Aight. So, I've been thinkin' over this. Sammy, you said her radiator cap was loose when you helped 'er with 'er truck the other day, right?" I nodded. "Then, she was bitchin' to Chester the other day 'bout her mailbox bein' smashed up by teenagers." Both me and Trent nodded again. "Now this."  He stopped and looks at both of us.  "Boys, I think Michelle's got 'erself a nasty little stalker." My eyes widen in understand.

"Well fuck. That makes a lot more sense. It wasn't until we started making appearances in her life that these things started happening.  It must've pissed him off to see her getting serious interest from other men." Trent said.

"Right. So, now what the fuck do we do 'bout it?" Grant asked.

"Well, I don't like her being by herself out there and I really don't like Tony alone either." I stated. They both agreed. "So, let's come up with a system to try to ensure one of us is with her all the time. If and when we can't be, Trent, can't you put some of your men on both of them, just watching to ensure she's safe?"

"For sure Bud. I doubt though, that this person is going to hurt her, at least not yet. I think this is escalating, that's for sure, but I think we may still have time. He's just gotten to the point where he's upping his game and making himself known, so we might have time to catch him in the act or at least catch a mistake or two.  Now, I am not a profiler so I can't know for sure because that looked like a whole lot of pissed off in her office, so I agree I want eyes on them at all times." Trent said, bringing up his team schedule.

"I ain't thinkin' this person is focused too much on Tony either." Grant said. "But I don't wanna take that chance."

"Agreed. I've got three, two man teams that can perform shift work watching over Michelle and Tony. They don't have to be there all the time but better safe than sorry." Trent said.

Grant's POV

"I think I'm gonna offer to take 'em both fishin' tamara if that's good with ya'll." I say as we finish cleanin' up the kitchen for the night. "I think it might help to take Michelle's mind off things and water is always good fer yer mental health."