Page 58 of Archer

“Well,” Harper straightened to her full height of five-foot-nothing. “When we get a name for him, maybe I can reach out. Or you can reach out to him as me,” she said. “We can invite him to come over.”

Colton’s brows rose. “Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly.”

I cut him with a look. “Let’s take this one step at a time and not jump to putting you in harm’s way.”

“I’m already in danger,” Harper said. “I’ve been in danger for months. I’m sick with frustration and anxiety. I don’t sleep. I can’t write. Waiting this out and lying low was fine when it was my only choice. I don’t think that’s true anymore, and I want my life back. That’s never going to happen if I keep waiting for him to make his next move.”

Knox shifted. “Harper’s right. Playing continuous defense isn’t the answer.”

“Hey.” Colton looked at his phone, then turned the device to face Harper. “Do you recognize this logo?”

I frowned at the sudden change of subject.

Harper stared at the enhanced image. “I think that’s a Nashville sound company.” She looked up. “Smaller venues hire freelance sound engineers for their events and shows. People just starting out, like me, don’t have a dedicated team that travels with us.”

“Is that on his shirt?” I asked, leaning closer.

Colton nodded. “His face isn’t clearing up in these shots, but this is fairly distinguishable based on shape and color pattern.”

“So, this guy’s part of your world,” Knox said. “He runs in your circles and probably knows the people you know.”

Colton pocketed the phone with a smile. “I’m going back to the office to see if I can pull the logo and overlay it with clearer versions online to confirm. Then I’ll see what I can find out about the company and its employees. Maybe one of them will recognize the blurry face and get us a name.”

Knox clapped Colton on the back as he headed out.

Harper set her hand on mine, where it rested on the table.

I fought the urge to grin, caught off guard by the show of trust and affection in front of my team. I stroked her finger once with my thumb in acknowledgement.

Knox gave us a once-over. “All right. We’ve got work to do. I’ll give Nash a call and catch him up on this. I can drop the music box off at the sheriff’s department on my way back to work.”

“What can I do?” Harper asked.

“Hang tight,” he said. “Hit the beach. Get some fresh air. Breathe. This is all good news.”

“That actually sounds great. I’ll grab my coat.” She turned and walked away.

Knox trailed her with his gaze, then swung his attention to me. “Stay close to her. Try to help her relax a little. I can’t imagine the toll this is taking.”

“I know.”

“Call if you need anything.”

I locked up behind him and went in search of Harper.

She had her laptop in hand. “I’m going to go through all the pictures taken at my gigs that didn’t make it onto social media and see if I can find the guy. I have a thousand photos he could be in. If I see him with someone I know, we can reach out to them.”

“I thought you were going for a walk.”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I’m tired of sitting tight and waiting. Go take a walk kind of pissed me off.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. “He meant well.”

She stood, computer in hands. “You want to help? We can sit on the deck. The fresh air part sounded nice. I’ve never been an indoor cat.”

That made two of us.

We moved onto the deck and I put up the big red umbrella over her table to shield the sun and make the screen more visible.