Lord, it was good to be home.

Even as distressed as Joselyn was at the thought of returning here, there was something almost cathartic about being back "on her own turf" as it were. She sat in the cab of the truck while Detective Jameson and two uniformed officers swept through her house to ensure everything was in order. Once it was cleared and Detective Jameson gave the okay, Maddox patted her hand and slipped out his door. Going around to her side, he opened it and helped her out. She steeled herself before climbing the steps into her home.

"First thing's first," Maddox muttered after closing the door. Stopping at the alarm panel, he punched several buttons. "I'm changing the code."

She watched him put in the numbers and put them in a second time to confirm his choice. She looked at him as understanding dawned. "Will it work?"

He grinned at her. "Mmmhm. With this system, putting in the code backward will activate the silent panic mode. So I made the new code the old one backward. Ingenious, am I not?"

She raised up on her tiptoes. "Devious man," she murmured and kissed his cheek. Pulling out her cell phone, she swiped several buttons. His large hand landed on top of her screen. Looking up, she saw an unreadable expression on his face.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked.

"If you think I'm updating my password file on my cell, then yes, I'm doing what you think I am."

He groaned. "Updating? Wait, did you have the access code on your old cell?"

She nodded with confusion on her face. "Yes, I told you I have everything on my phone. It's one of the reason's I was so upset to lose the old one. Why?"

"Honey, he stole your cell phone. Beecher had your cell phone, remember?"

Realization dawned on her. "I gave him my alarm code. That's how he knew it. Oh, my God, that phone had all my banking information, credit cards, contacts... everything! I'm so stupid! It's how he found me in Atlanta and how he knew I would be at the after party. It was on my schedule. I didn't think about it."

He sighed. "I didn't either. I guess I thought you had tighter security on it. Was is locked? "

She shrugged. "I don't know. I got tired of it shutting off on me so I disabled the timer. I always tried to manually lock it but I don't know if it was locked that night or not."

"Okay," he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and propped the other on his hip. Pacing back and forth, he seemed to be mulling things over. "How can we profit from this? He thinks he has all this information. There's got to be a way to use this to our advantage. Maybe lay a trap?"

There was a knock on the door. "River? It's Bull."

Maddox opened the door for his friend and closed it as soon as Detective Jameson came through. Quickly, they went over what they had discovered. When they were done, Detective Jameson shook his head. "At least now you know and can keep him from using that information to get to her. Unless this guy is stupid, I doubt he would fall for a trap. So far, he's been too smart. In other news, we finished the sweep of the grounds and it all looks good. I think we need to have a long talk about everything you've encountered since you left my office. Don't leave a single thing out, no matter how seemingly insignificant. It's time we beat this guy at his own game and to do it, we have to figure out how he found you. You never had River's family's address in your cell so he couldn't get it from there. There is a hole somewhere and we need to plug it."

She agreed. "Let's go into the living room. This may take a while."

"A while" translated into almost two full hours. The first forty-five minutes were spent on the telephone to her various banking and credit card companies. After ensuring there were no fraudulent charges, she went ahead and canceled her existing cards and ordered new ones, just to be on the safe side. The rest of the time was exhausted going over every action and movement she had made.

"I know this is a sore point with you but I think you should cancel the upcoming convention," Maddox suggested.

"No, I want to hold onto the reservation in case this is all resolved by then. I'll eat the cancellation fees if it's too dangerous. The convention being so close, it won't make much difference anyway." She was scrolling through her telephone, checking her other engagements. "Nashville was the next big thing on my calendar. I didn't schedule anything after for a couple of months other than a few local appearances. I am hoping to start to work on my next novel." She hesitated. "Maybe we can use the convention to flush him out?"

"Maybe," Detective Jameson agreed. "But it would be better to get this resolved sooner than later."

Maddox agreed.

She placed the cell phone on the table and sat back. "Well, that's it. He's been cut off now. I haven't scheduled anything since I got my new cell so he won't know anything else."

"He shouldn't anyway," Detective Jameson said. "When the old one was deactivated, he lost the window of opportunity. I suspect he downloaded everything off of it because he hasn't turned it back on. I talked to Tex yesterday and he says there hasn't been a single blip. This guy's tricky and smart. "

"Too smart." Joselyn agreed. "What I can't figure out is how he found me at the farm."

"The farm has me puzzled too. He couldn't have gotten the address from your cell phone as far as I can tell. He doesn't know anything about me. He doesn't even know I am ex-SEAL. He calls me 'the soldier'," Maddox's lip curled in derision. "I'm not a ground pounder. He needs to learn the difference between the Army and the Navy."

"Alright, let's think about this for a minute. You didn't give the address to anyone, what so ever?" Detective Jameson asked.

Maddox and Joselyn shook their heads. "Oh, well nobody except for Sam," she said. "He sent me a box of swag I needed to approve before it could go into production. I had him overnight it."

"Who is Sam?" Detective Jameson asked. "Do you trust him?"

"Sam is one of the gate guards for the community." Maddox supplied constructively. "Two twelve hour shifts split by four men. You vetted them for me the first week I was here. There's also Felix, Trevor and..."

"Manny," Joselyn finished.

"Four men who had access to your whereabouts," Detective Jameson said. "I'll have them brought in for questioning."

"What about this," Joselyn motioned toward the photo of the message left on the barn.

"I've been in contact with the Sheriff's department in Lauderdale County. They are going to keep an eye on things there. Personally, I believe this shows his frustration." Detective Jameson took the picture out of her hand."This is the act of a desperate man. His little game has gone on too long. When you slipped out of his grasp, he began losing his hold on things. You took the control away." He placed the photo on top of a file folder sitting on the table. "Now you are back, I don't think he's going to wait much longer. One way or another, this thing is about to be concluded."

Chills coursed up Joselyn's spine at the frank words from the police detective. Drawing a breath she nodded. "Alright," she said resolutely. "What are we going to do?"

Maddox looked at Detective Jameson. Something passed between them and Detective Jameson nodded. With a quick lift of his chin, Maddox turned to her. In a cold, hard voice, he said, "Finish this."