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“Can you identify the other teams?”

A head shake.

“How many other teams are playing?”

“I don’t know that, either.”

“What do you know?” Jon murmured.

“That Emma Tucker is in grave danger.”

“That’s not news,” David said, hands fisting.

“Marty doesn’t give up on a quarry.”

David stared. “What are you saying, Wells?”

“Marty failed to kill Emma twice.” The agent inclined his head toward the two photographs that showed the deadly duo. “Deal or not, he won’t quit until he succeeds.”

“He might be your cousin, but if he comes after Emma again, he’s dead. I will kill him.”

Wells gave a short nod, his expression grim.

“Are the feds tracking Marty and Jerome’s movements?”

A slight hesitation, then, “We are.”

David walked further into the room, suspicion growing. “But?”

“Marty runs one of the Grisham multinational corporations. He travels frequently.”

He remained silent, waiting for the bomb to drop.

A sigh. “The Grishams own several jets, and so do their wealthy friends.”

In other words, Marty could give the feds the slip and continue to play his sick game without anyone knowing.

“Look, I know you want to protect Emma, but you don’t want to get on the wrong side of the Justice Department.”

Did Wells really think David cared what the Justice Department thought? “Jordan took you off the case, didn’t he?” If he was still assigned to the investigation, Jordan and his other henchman would be staying in Gigi’s B & B, too. They weren’t. David had seen the reservation list when Gigi brought up the computer program.

“Maybe.”

“Since you’re still in Morgan County, you’re either on suspension or waiting to be reassigned to another case. Which is it?”

Another flinch. “Suspension,” he muttered.

“Go home, Wells.”

The agent scowled. “I’m allowed to stay wherever I want.”

“Not when you staying in this area puts Emma in more danger.”

“You want to help Emma?” Jon asked, his voice soft. “Go home. Your cousin has made a point of finding you in several cities where you’re working a case.” He waved toward the photos. “Don’t bother denying it. There’s the proof. What are we going to find when we track your movements and Marty’s? More murders?”

The guilt in Wells’ eyes confirmed the truth of Jon’s question.

“Jordan might have believed you, but I don’t think Director Whitehead will,” David said. “Go home before you sacrifice your career.”

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