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on full alert because the likelihood of Evan trying to get something from Megan or bringing the rest of the cronies into her life was viable. Cameron might be watching the entire city, but his focus was zeroed in on keeping Megan safe and oblivious to the activity hitting way too close to home.
    Granted, this was a small town, but that didn’t mean evils wouldn’t try to reach their arms in and infiltrate anyone who proved to be an easy target. Cameron wouldn’t allow his town to be overrun by corrupt, illegal activities as long as he was chief.
    Cameron headed back to the station, where he would be meeting up with an FBI agent to discuss the case. Too often cops developed inflated egos and didn’t want outside assistance. Cameron wasn’t that stupid. When the FBI had come in, he had welcomed the extra help. He’d do anything to keep his town safe, to keep drugs from filtering into the schools and homes of innocent, unsuspecting kids.
    He wasn’t naive enough to believe he could stop all drug trafficking, but he was damn sure going to stop this group from bringing shipments into Stonerock. Every bust, every seller taken off the streets, could possibly be saving someone’s life.
    Cameron couldn’t wait for this case to wrap up. They had a good amount of evidence so far, but they needed a bit more. An undercover FBI agent had been placed deep in the runners’ inner circle months ago. Another reason Cameron was elated to have them all on board.
    All they had to do was wait on his signal, and then the group would be taken down.
    Glancing back at Megan’s one-story cottage, complete with cheery colorful flowers and a yellow front door, Cameron only hoped he could save her from the pain of seeing her own brother in prison. Unfortunately, Cameron didn’t think that was possible.
     

Chapter Five
    T he storm had ripped through the night, putting off the surveillance. Cameron and a few other officers and FBI agents had waited around the station, hoping the storm would pass. Unfortunately, with lightning bolting across the sky and claps of thunder raging at the same time, even the dealers weren’t stupid enough to be outdoors.
    At around three in the morning, Cameron headed home, ready to get a few hours of sleep before coming back. Their informant had told them another meet was scheduled to happen in three days. Cameron honestly thought of taking a day off to do absolutely nothing. He was running on fumes. All he wanted to do was fall face-first into his bed and sleep for a good solid eight hours. Was that too much to ask?
    He and the other agents and officers were convinced it would only take one or two more meets before they could bring the group down. The day wouldn’t come soon enough.
    His headlights cut through the darkness as he pulled into his drive. He needed a shower and a bed. He actually needed food, but that would have to wait. He was too exhausted to even pry open a package of toaster pastries at this point.
    After letting himself in the back door, he removed his shoulder holster and gun. After carrying it through the darkened hall, he stepped into his bedroom and placed the gun on the dresser just inside the door. Turning around, he went into the bathroom directly across the hall from his room.
    The shower was quick, hot and enough to loosen his sore muscles and have him one step closer to falling into oblivion as soon as he slid between his sheets.
    Wrapping the towel around his waist and tucking the edge in to secure it in place, Cameron padded back across the hall. He kept his blackout shades pulled at all times, seeing as how he never knew when he’d get shut-eye and he wanted to keep the room nice and dark. Of course tonight, with the storm, the moon wasn’t even out to offer a glow.
    Cameron jerked off the towel and hung it on the closet doorknob. Shuffling toward the king-size bed, Cameron nearly wept at the thought of falling asleep. Now, if he could stay asleep that would be a miracle.
    Jerking