Colton 911: Baby's Bodyguard. Lisa Childs

had been inside her house. Inside the nursery and close enough to Connor to cut a lock of his hair.

      She shivered with fear and revulsion.

      Her poor baby...

      Why? Why would someone have broken in to...?

      What?

      Remembering the note, she held it up to read the words crudely scrawled across the lined paper. Get rid of the cop, or you’ll lose your kid. For good.

      Get rid of the cop?

      Forrest?

      Or all of the police who’d been working the crime scene in her backyard?

      That wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t found the body. She hadn’t called them.

      She glanced down at her phone. She couldn’t call now for help. Whoever had left that note, whoever had been inside her house, might be outside—waiting, watching...

      Seeing if she would ignore his warning.

      And what would happen if she did?

      Would he break back into her house? Would he come inside and steal Connor?

      Or kill him?