“Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, yet. First we need to get into the Dupree compound and hopefully rescue our missing FBI agent. Once we’ve done that, we’ll focus on picking up Nate’s trail. Hopefully he won’t have gotten too far, especially with the roadblocks and other measures you’ve put into place.”
“Agreed.” He paused, as the server brought their food. They ate in silence for several minutes, enjoying their Tex-Mex meal when Thunder unexpectedly shot to his feet.
“What is it, boy?” Julianne pulled her gun from the holster on her waist and glanced around the parking lot as if searching for whatever had gotten the dog’s attention.
“Does he do this often?” Brody put a hand on his firearm, too, but didn’t see anything out of place.
For all they knew, Thunder had scented a squirrel. Or some other animal.
But even as the thought filtered through his mind, he rejected the idea. He might not know much about K-9 officers, but he knew they were trained not to be distracted from their duty. And Thunder’s duty included protecting Julianne.
“Sometimes, but I don’t see anything amiss, do you?”
“No.” Brody couldn’t deny that having the dog standing on all fours, ready to attack, was unnerving. “Maybe we should take the food to go.”
“Works for me.” Julianne finally glanced over at him. “We’ll be early, but that’s okay.”
He waved to get the server’s attention and pulled out his wallet to pay for the meal. The outside patio was mostly deserted, patrons favoring the air-conditioned inside rather than the hot and humid outside tables.
A low growl rumbled from Thunder’s throat.
“He senses danger,” Julianne said in a low tone.
Brody nodded and tossed cash on the table. “Forget the leftovers, let’s get out of here.”
She nodded and fell into step beside him. They’d taken a few steps toward her black SUV when Thunder abruptly stopped and backed up a step. He growled low in his throat and pushed at Julianne with his nose, as if to move her out of the way.
“What is it?” The moment Julianne said the words, Brody saw a figure wearing black running away from the parking lot, toward the back of the restaurant.
Reacting instinctively, he grabbed Julianne’s arm. “We have to get out of here now!”
They’d gotten a good ten yards from the SUV when a loud explosion rocked the earth, sending them tumbling to the pavement.
He rolled over, raking his gaze over the scene. The FBI vehicle was on fire. Restaurant patrons leaving the building screamed and ran away from the restaurant.
Where was the guy dressed in black?
“Thunder! Heel!” Julianne’s panicked voice had him searching frantically for the dog.
Thunder came running from behind the back of the building heading straight for Julianne. Brody was relieved the dog was all right, and wondered if the guy once again had a getaway vehicle to flee the scene.
“What do you have there, boy?” Julianne asked, struggling to her feet.
It took Brody a minute to realize there was a bit of fabric caught in the dog’s mouth.
Thunder had been close enough to get a piece of the perp, but once again, the guy had evaded capture.
Grimly, Brody knew that this was only the beginning. They’d see this assailant again. There was no mistaking the fact that he and Julianne had been the main target of this guy’s attack.
All trails leading back to Nate’s jailbreak.
Julianne swept her gaze over the area, grappling with their near miss.
Someone had tried to kill them. Her and Brody, specifically.
“I’m glad Thunder managed to bring back a clue.”
Brody’s comment helped her focus. She still held the ripped piece of fabric in her hand, the one Thunder had brought to her. Pulling an evidence bag out of her pocket, she quickly placed the scrap of fabric inside and sealed it shut.
Then she dropped to her knee, placed her arm around the dog’s neck, and gave him a hug and a treat. “Good boy.”
Thunder let out his musical howl, making her smile.
“The guy must have planted a bomb under your SUV,” Brody continued grimly. “If your dog hadn’t alerted us to the danger...” He didn’t need to finish his thought.
“Thunder has saved my life more times than I can count.” Rising to her feet, she scrutinized the area around the restaurant. Thankfully, it appeared no one else was hurt, the waitress was crying, but as far as Julianne could tell, she wasn’t bleeding. The picnic table Brody had chosen was covered in black soot from the fire, but seemed to be the only damage to the restaurant itself. Her vehicle wasn’t parked too close to other cars, although there was a yellow pickup truck with broken windows as a result of the blast. “I don’t see anyone with injuries, and there doesn’t appear to be much damage, other than to my car and the yellow truck parked close by. We were fortunate.”
This time.
Brody nodded, phone in hand. She listened as he called dispatch to let them know about the bomb and subsequent fire.
“How did he find us?” she asked, when he’d finished his call. “We came in two different vehicles and at two different times. I know I wasn’t followed.”
“Me, either. But it’s a good question,” Brody admitted. “Could be they just happened to drive past and noticed the K-9 logo on the back of your SUV. K-9s aren’t common around here.”
“Maybe. But how did they know it was mine? Max has one, too.” She didn’t like it. Surely the gunman she’d injured had made a point of getting away from here. Why bother to stick around?
Unless he knew about the roadblocks and decided to seek revenge. Given the history between Nate and Brody, revenge seemed plausible, but she couldn’t help thinking there was something else keeping Nate around. Unfinished business? Maybe.
A short round guy with short gray hair wearing an apron over cotton pants and a T-shirt came rushing outside. He paused, giving the waitress a hug, then made his way over to them.
“Sheriff, what happened? What’s going on?”
“Joe Clancy, this is FBI Agent Julianne Martinez. Julianne, this is Joe Clancy. He and his wife own Rusty’s now.” Brody paused, then sighed. “I’m sorry about this, Joe. I have reason to believe Agent Martinez and I were the intended targets. Don’t worry, it looks like only the cars next to Julianne’s were damaged, not your restaurant.”
“Looks like my truck has broken windows, but I guess that’s what insurance is for, right, Sheriff?” Joe blew out his breath in a heavy sigh, taking the attack on his property better than she’d anticipated. He ran his hand over his hair. “It could be worse. I’m glad no one’s been hurt.”
“Me, too. How’s your waitress?” Julianne asked. “She was the only other person in close proximity to the blast. Might be best if she went to get checked out in the ER.”
“She has a few bruises from landing on the ground,” Joe said. “I think she’s more scared than hurt.”
Julianne didn’t blame her. The incident had shaken her, too. Just standing here in plain view was making