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Who would want to hurt her?

That hat John intended to find out, and then he intended to do soht didn’t work out as John had hoped Once they had dinner, Sierra drifted off to sleep on the couch while John called his father and discussed the investigation into the attack

There was no new information

John paced the upper deck of the Nauti Wet Dreaether the information he did have Which wasn’t much

The assailant had obviously been ht hadn’t seen hair color or eye color, but judged his approxiht to be around six feet It could have been anyone

As John stood at the railing, a beer in hand, the sound of slow, even footsteps , he alroaned in irritation when Tih

The rabid little Leprechaun, the Mackay cousins called hient who had retired to Soation that revealed a doanization in the area

He paused at the front of the boat

"I’ht and the water carrying his voice clearly to the other man

"Ahh, the elusive John Walker Junior" The arating

He moved across the deck to the spiral staircase that led to the sundeck of the houseboat

"Too bad I’runted "What the hell do you want?"

Cranston stepped onto the deck, a quiet grin on his face as John leaned against the rail and glared back at him

"The Walkers have quite a history in this area," Tie and re drink, wondering what the ex-special agent was doing here

"Calculating" and "" were two of the kinder ter back to hi to sit in one of the deck chairs across froain," John stated with far more patience than he felt

Cranston only chuckled "The Mackay boys use that same tone withto help you"

No doubt The little fucker was going to get himself killed one of these days From what John understood, he was far too prone to fuck with too many people’s lives

"You have a problem," Cranston finally stated

"And you’re one of theh filtered through the night

"This could be true," the other"But honestly, JW, I could easily beco ht just have to kill the little bastard himself if he kept that up

"That’s what most people in these parts call you, you know," Timothy informed him "Especially those who knew your father"

John restrained a sigh Too many people in this area remembered his father before he moved to Boston Or perhaps escaped to Boston would be a better way of describing it

"Cut the shit, Cranston" John shook his head wearily "Why are you here?"

"Because so some very pointed questions about John Walker Junior Someone obviously not from the area"

John froze No one but his parents and sisters knehere he was, and there was no reason for anyone he knew to have followed hirinned "The intrepid investigator claimed to be your fiancée"

John stared back at him in silent shock

"I don’t have a fiancée," he answered the other man

Cranston tipped the beer back, finished it, then set the bottle on the floor of the deck