Page 134 of Lethal Lies

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Ryker asked, his voice gruff. “It’s past midnight.”

Denver partially turned to see his oldest brother in faded sweatpants . . . with a gun tucked into his waist. “Can’t.”

Heath was right behind Ryker, his brown hair tousled, his greenish blue eyes clear, and a knife in one hand.

When would they be able to leave bed without a weapon? Denver sighed. “You guys should be sleeping.” With their women. Ryker was already engaged, and Heath was close enough, considering he’d already purchased a ring for Anya. “Go back to bed.”

Ryker rubbed the dark scruff across his jaw and prowled closer, one long line of menace. “Have you found anything?”

Denver wanted to lie—but didn’t know how to do that to his brothers. “Maybe.”

“What is it?” Heath asked, his hard chest bare in the dim light.

“I’ve been following the money trail—” Denver paused as an alarm beeped from one monitor. His head swiveled, and he turned toward it. “What the fuck?”

Another alarm blared. His chest heated, and his breath panted out. He quickly typed in a series of commands. “Google search on us . . . detailed. Shit.” He typed even faster, bringing up a picture of . . . him.

“What the hell?” Ryker leaned over his shoulder. “Denver?”

Denver stopped breathing. The picture was one of he and Noni over a year ago with the Portage Glacier in the background. He had been smiling, and he had his arm around her. The wind had tousled her long black hair, and her even darker eyes had sparkled with fun. “Noni,” he breathed.

Heath pushed closer to him. “I thought you destroyed all pictures of your time in Alaska.”

“I did.” Yet he obviously had not. He clicked on the link to read:

“Denver: I need you and your detective agency. We’re in trouble. Here’s my updated schedule and where you can find me. Noni.”

He stopped breathing completely. “Oh God.” The woman had given her entire itinerary. Anybody looking for him, in any capacity on the Net, even the dark web, would find her instantly.

“What the holy hell is she doing?” Ryker snapped.

Denver shook his head. “I don’t know.” A fist dropped into his gut.

Heath leaned over to type in a series of commands. “She should be in Idaho tonight. Denver. Anybody looking for us, anybody with an iota of facial recognition, will see this. Madison and Cobb probably already have it.”

Denver leaped from the chair as fury heated through him. “I have to go.” He only had hours, but he had to get to Noni before his enemies did.

If not, she was dead.