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Cliff couldn’t agree more.

She pressed her palms to her cheeks. “I don’t understand. How did he find me? I changed my number three days ago.”

“He may not have found you, only your new number. Let’s assume for the moment you’re still safe.”

“I’m not assuming anything.” Her hands fell, and she lifted her gaze to him. Tears shone in her eyes, making them large and luminous. “That’s what got me in trouble in the first place. I assumed his creepy attention was a harmless crush. When he started cornering me at work and outside my condo building, I assumed complaining to my manager would resolve the problem. I also assumed I was safe inside my own home.”

“Detective James said you fought him off.”

“I never guessed for one second anyone could make it past the locks on my door or my security system.”

“It’s easier than you think.”

“He came out of nowhere and grabbed me.” Her hand drifted to her throat. “I couldn’t breathe. Felt myself passing out. Then something snapped inside me. I got angry. How dare he intrude into my home! Violate me. I drove the heel of my stiletto into the top of his foot. Luckily, he was wearing shorts and sandals and my aim was good. He loosened his grip.”

“You ran?”

“That would have been the smart thing to do.” She chuckled mirthlessly. “Instead, I turned and kicked him square in the center of his man parts.”

Cliff kept a straight face. Inside, he cringed, thinking of her pointed-toe shoe. Crowley deserved no less.

“He sank to his knees. That’s when I ran into the hall as fast as I could. I went from door to door, screaming at the top of my lungs and ringing bells.”

“You were brave to take him on.”

“I was stupid. He could have killed me. I’m lucky he didn’t.”

“What did he do?”

“Got the hell out of there. By then, two or three of my neighbors had called 9-1-1. Another one of them took me inside her place to wait for the police. When Detective James arrived, I ID’d Crowley. They picked him up at his home a short while later. He denied attacking me, of course. But my neighbor saw his face when he pushed past her and was able to pick him out of a lineup. And then there was the injury to his foot.”

Ruby shuddered.

Cliff put a hand on her shoulder. She’d been through a lot. He didn’t tell her that this was only the beginning. A long road lay ahead of her. Opening the back of her phone, he removed the battery and SIM card.

“What are you doing?”

“Disabling your phone so he can’t trace the signal. Don’t reassemble it whatever you do.” He set the phone on the table near her elbow.

She glared at the components as if they were Crowley himself. “I shouldn’t be surprised he found my number. He learned everything else about me. My schedule at work. My friends. My route home.”

“Is he connected?” In Cliff’s experience, only someone with extensive resources or a computer hacker could find a newly issued cell-phone number.

“The mob? No. But his father’s a congressman. The family is as rich as Midas.”

Money. That explained a lot. Cliff was more anxious than ever to read the reports.

“Finish your water.” He pushed the bottle toward her.

She’d stopped trembling but was white as a ghost. He probably should have been easier on her. She didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of his anger at her sister.

Anger or hurt?

Fine, he’d admit it. Scarlett dumping him for an old boyfriend had dented his ego. Which beat the heck out of broken heart, he supposed. If anything, Cliff had dodged a bullet. He should be grateful to the slob.

Removing his phone from his belt, he dialed the station.

“Who are you calling?”

“Detective James.”

Ruby nodded resignedly. She sat finishing her water while Cliff was put through a second time to the LVMPD. Detective James expressed appropriate concern.

“Can you post a watch on her?” he asked.

“Consider it done.”

At his remark, Ruby arched her brows.

Lovely brows, he observed. Elegant and graceful.

Cliff warned himself to stay strong. Women in trouble were a weakness of his and had landed him into trouble before.

“She needs to pull off this switch with her sister,” Detective James said. “Crowley’s one sly pervert, and he’s not the kind to give up easily, as his previous record shows.”

“I’ll do everything I can.”

Cliff finished his conversation with the detective, promising to check in with the man on a daily basis. For his part, Detective James would bring Crowley into the station for another face-to-face. There’d be repercussions for him violating the order of protection.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Cliff took the seat next to Ruby. “Detective James agrees with me that while Crowley found your number, he has no idea you’re in Sweetheart.”

“You can’t be sure.”

“Which is why James is putting a tail on Crowley. In the meantime, we’re going to keep pretending you’re Scarlett. It makes the best sense. He’s after you, not her.”

“Forget it. Obviously I’m no good at pretending to be Scarlett. I didn’t fool you for even five minutes.”

“I’ll help you pull it off. On two conditions.”

She sent him a look.

“First, you need a new cell phone. Better yet, I’ll buy it for you. A disposable one. The only people you give the number to are your sister, Detective James, me and Sam.”

“Scarlett’s boss?”

“He and Annie need to be included.”

“They’ll fire Scarlett.”