“I’m going to call Agent Trent.” The last thing she needed was a Federal Agent in her house where they might find a trace of her past, but she had no choice. Now was now. She wasn’t a criminal. She was a mother who needed protection for her son.

“Why? And why did you turn off the light?” Raylan’s soft voice shook her from her momentary hesitation.

She forced a smile down at her son. “We’re going to play a game. Like hide and seek, and I want Agent Trent to play with us, too.”

She grabbed her cell and ushered Raylan through the kitchen.

“Mochab, come.” With a low growl rumbling with the thunder, the dog followed them. They passed the living room and moved into her bedroom, where she locked them both in the bathroom, doing her best to keep her fear hidden from her boy. He’d had enough for one day. Hell, they both had.

“Climb into the tub.” She flipped open her phone and searched for Gil’s number, and hit dial. Mochab sat down, staring at the door.

Raylan picked up on her fear. “There’s no water, but then this isn’t hide and seek, either. Because you’re supposed to count, not hide with me.” Too perceptive. “What’s the matter?”

She hugged him to her. “I’m afraid of the storm, and I want Agent Gil to come.” The lie flowed from her mouth. “Hello? Agent Trent, I mean, Gil, yes, this is Ellie Westfall. I thought I saw a man in the yard.”