Two days after he’d ordered what he needed to secure the Fairburn house and add to the security at the coffeehouse, Glenn was at Harv's garage. He was tired because he had spent much of the last forty-eight hours keeping an eye on the Fairburn house, just in case. What sleep he'd gotten had been while Joey and his mother were in the relative safety of the coffeehouse with customers always around.
Joey had called him to say that two packages arrived at the garage, addressed to his uncle. It hadn't taken his uncle long to figure out they weren't really for him, or to figure out why they were there. Now Harv looked at Glenn warily as he asked, "Do you actually know what to do with this stuff?"
"I do."
"And you really believe that bastard might show up here?"
"I do, don't you?"
"Well," Harv said slowly, "it's been seven years. Why wait so long?"
"I take it your sister or Joey haven't talked to you about that." When Harv shook his head, Glenn gave him a brief rundown of why he thought Mr. Fairburn might come looking for them now.
"He killed Miss Nye, and kidnapped her kid?" Harv said in a horrified voice. "Why didn't they tell me? And more to the point if you don't mind my asking, how the hell did you get mixed up in this?"
It took a few more minutes for Glenn to fill him in on the rest of it, and his reasons for being involved. When he finished, Harv said adamantly, "I'll help you keep an eye on them. You can't stay awake twenty-four, seven. And I'll let the chief know so he can assign some of his people as well."
Glenn shook his head. "That would be too obvious. I'll accept your help but that's it."
Harv didn't look happy about it but he knew when to accept defeat, especially as Glenn was the expert as far as security went.
"Right now though I need to get this stuff," Glenn pointed at the boxes, "up and running."
"With my help—and before you shoot me down I'm reasonably bright and I do know mechanics and electronics."
Glenn smiled tightly and nodded. "Then let's get to it."
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