Chapter 57: Vandalism

"Can't say. Have you called the cops?"

"I wanted to wait until you got here," he said. "Or Wyatt."

"Wyatt hasn't been here?" Fiona said.

"No. I was waiting for one of you."

"Call the cops. We need to make a report to get the insurance money."

But she knew who this had been and there would be no evidence left behind. He must've left her place last night and come here. He must have been following her to know where she'd been working.

Fiona pulled her phone out of her pocket. She was going to have to fire her crew. They weren't going to be needed. She was giving the job to Wyatt. And getting out of town. No matter what he said, he couldn't protect her from this. She couldn't let this spill over onto him.

She walked outside with Jeb who was calling the cops. Wyatt pulled up. He climbed out, concern on his face. Fiona knew that she didn't have a poker face. He could probably tell something was wrong. He glanced at Jeb then back to her.

"What's going on?" he said.

"Someone pulled out the wi