Into the Future: A Callahan Novel by Celya Bowers Page A

I call someone to go through the house?  I don’t have a gun, baby.  I can call Brad to give it the once over.  He doesn’t live that far.”
    She wanted to shake her head and tell him that she could handle her own business, but felt herself agreeing.  The impending doom wouldn’t go away.  “Sounds good.  I’ll just check on Izzy and my parents while you’re doing that.”
    They walked back to Tristan’s car and made their respective calls.  Izzy was fine and was taking a nap.  Her parents were also fine.  She even called Beatrice and they were fine.
    “The black car shot out of here about ten minutes ago,” she told Lizzy. 
    “Thanks, Bea.  I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”  She ended the call.
    Tristan looked at her with those big blue eyes.  “Brad say he can be here in about ten minutes and not to go into the house.”
    “Okay.  Everyone is fine.  Bea says the black car isn’t there anymore.”
    “I hope the two events are related,” Tristan said. 
    “Why?”
    “For some reason the federal agents aren’t searching for Paul because they left his mother’s home and you have a funny feeling about your house.”
    Oh she so hated when he connected the dots.  Especially when it involves her house.  “I hope Brad gets here fast.”
    He looked in his rearview mirror.  “He’s driving up now.”  Tristan got out of the car to greet his friend. 
    Lizzy also got out of the car.  She’d met Brad before at Cam and Izzy’s wedding a few months, prior.  He was handsome, no doubt.  Blessed with Irish and African-American genes, Brad Callahan was gorgeous.  And those blue-green eyes didn’t hurt at all, or the fact he was built like a linebacker.
    “Hey man,” Tristan said, shaking his hand.  “Thanks for coming so quickly.”
    “I was on my way to Mom’s. Erica and the baby are coming home today.  So they’re staying at Mom’s for a minute. Chris is in the middle of some big case on the other side of the world.”
    “Oh, man,” Tristan said.  “He missed the birth. Boy or girl?”
    “Girl.  She named her after my sister, Cadence.  Yes, he was bummed about missing it.  She was a few weeks early and he figured he’d have it wrapped up before she had the baby.  But you know how that goes.”
    “Well no, but I can imagine,” Tristan said.  “You remember Lizzy.”  He motioned toward here. 
    “Sure.  Hi, Lizzy.”  He shook her hand.  “How are you?”
    “I’m much better now.  Thanks.”
    They all stared at the large two story home.  “Tristan said, you’re getting a negative vibe about the place,” Brad said. 
    “Yes, I took one step inside and things didn’t feel right.  My car is in the garage and it hasn’t been touch.  Once I stepped inside the house, I got a bad feeling.”
    Brad nodded, reached around his back and pulled out a gun.  He started walking toward the house.  “I’m going to need you two to stay out here until I call all clear.”
    “Okay,” Tristan said, grabbing Lizzy’s hand.
    Lizzy watched Brad disappear inside the house.  “So does he always carry a gun?  I mean I know he’s an agent, but I thought he was behind a desk and issued orders.”
    “To a point, yes.  He’s still an FBI agent.  He doesn’t go out much, but he’s still pretty sharp. In fact, all his brothers are pretty good with a gun.  Even Sean.”
    She had also met Sean, the CIA counterterrorist analyst.  Sean had the highest security clearance of anyone she’d ever met.  Rumor had it that Sean was at the White House weekly.   Sean also look the least like an agent.  “I know, I met him at the wedding, too.”
    Tristan wrapped his arms around her.  “I want you to know I’m for whatever you need.”
    “Thank you, Tristan.  That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”  She placed her hands on top of his and leaned back against him. 
    Tristan knew the minute Brad exited the house, there was going to be trouble.  He