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him.
    Ben gestured to the living room. “I’ll show you.”
    They returned to the living room, and Ben remembered he’d hurled his notes and file against the wall when he’d first gotten home. Turning in a slow circle to see all the papers that had flown out of the file on the floor, Ben ignored Greg and Haley when they sidestepped to get out of his way.
    “What are you showing us?” Greg asked.
    “The other postcard,” Ben began. When he straightened and fought the anger that built inside him once again, faster and harder than it had the first time, he added through gritted teeth, “That isn’t here, either. That lousy motherfucker took the postcards. I’m going to catch him and kill him.”
    “Okay, calm down.” Haley was probably the only person on the planet who didn’t mind putting her hand on the chest of a seething man without blinking an eye. Possibly being married to a man who was six and a half feet tall and having given birth to two boys who had turned into men both at least that tall had made her immune. “When you find him, you can get pissed. Right now tell us what you’re talking about with these postcards.”
    Ben stared at her a moment and saw understanding in her eyes. Before he had even finished the thought of chasing down the asshole, Haley already voiced that she knew he was leaving to go after Marley.
    “What are you talking about?” she whispered, and dropped her hand to her side.
    “I’ve received two postcards since he left.” Ben stared at Haley.
    She stared back at him and a second passed before she mouthed the word, Oh.
    “They went through the mail?” Greg asked.
    “Got them in my mailbox.” Ben nodded. “They were postmarked so I could tell what town they were mailed from, but nothing was written on either one. One of them was buried under a few things on my dresser. I got it a while back. The second one showed up about a month ago. On the day it showed up I was getting paperwork ready for my PI license so I stuck it in the folder along with those papers. I never took it back out. Both are gone.”
    “He was touching base,” Greg muttered, and stared across the living room.
    Ben didn’t say anything but agreed. Micah had made contact with him, and Ben had a general idea where he was, or at least where he had been when the postcards were mailed.
    “And now Marley has those postcards,” Haley grumbled.
    “I’m going after him.”
    Both Haley and Greg looked at Ben.
    He raised his hands in the air in surrender. “I know. You already guessed as much,” he said. “I’ve worked my ass off and jumped over more hurdles than most trying to get my license so I could be a full-fledged bounty hunter. And now I can be one.” There was no way he could explain how indebted he was to Micah. Without the money Micah had left for Ben his life wouldn’t be the way it was right now. “I can’t let that asshole find Micah and turn him in,” Ben whispered. “I know I’d be leaving you two with no one—”
    “Don’t worry about that. In this line of work we don’t always get to choose when we stay home and when we’re off on a hunt.” Greg put his arm around Haley and hugged her against his side. “We’ve been talking about slowing down a bit. We just hadn’t decided when to do it. Looks like we don’t get to choose when that happens, either, but now is as good a time as any.”
    Haley looked up at her husband, then at Ben. “We had talked about doing some traveling. Go see our son out in Colorado, and our niece up in Northern California. I’ve always wanted to go to Alaska.”
    “Her California blood won’t be able to handle that for a minute,” Greg muttered. “Go find Micah.”
    “We know you can find him,” Haley reassured, that motherly look she got sometimes appearing on her face. “And don’t think for a minute you have to play it tough all the time. We’re a phone call away.”
    “A smart man knows when it’s time to brainstorm and bounce ideas or