“While you were asleep, Mike called to let me know someone was messing around in your backyard again.”
“Someone?”
He shrugged and gave her a pointed look. “Most likely the same peeping Tom.”
“What did he do this time?”
“Scratched your fence. Tried to set your dock on fire with a Molotov cocktail.”
Her eyes bugged. “What?”
“It didn’t work. Mike will take the jar to his field office to check for evidence. We don’t want to run it through the local forensics lab in case something bigger is going on. This might help us prove it.”
“Do I need to worry?” She nodded at their waiter and waited for him to set their meal on the table before continuing. “I mean, more than I already am?”
“Whatever’s going on, it’s in North Carolina. Getting away for a bit is a good thing.”
“I’ve got enough to worry about right now with the production, so until you tell me to panic, I’ll stay calm.”