Page 58 of One More Chance

“I’m a super spy. And the doctor and his people have been kidnaping victims for years with no one discovering what they’ve done until now. Of course, they can get in and out with no one knowing.”

“I know that’s supposed to make me feel better, Bruce.” Jax stood on the other side of the breakfast bar, across from her. “But it doesn’t.”

“These people have resources.” Bruce didn’t back down. “It’s not like we’re going to beat them at their own game. They’ve been doing this for too long.”

Kenna asked, “So how do we take them down?”

“We need a whole new way of going after them.” Jax didn’t move. “We need to change the playing field so we’re on the offensive, andtheyget knocked back a step.”

That still left the question of how. The only thing she could think of was if they could get someone on the inside.

Jax said, “Might be time to brainstorm.”

“That, or we get Maizie to backtrace their surveillance and find out who is watching us.”

Bruce said, “We tried that. No go.” He looked at Jax. “That’s how I know you don’t need to feel bad. These people are beyond pros. The pros don’t even know how to do some of the stuff they do.”

Kenna said, “So you found a group of lawyers itching to take down the doctor and sent them my way?”

He shrugged. “Outside the box, right?”

“I guess I always need a shot at representation if something happens and I wind up in jail.” She’d been interviewed by thepolice at the lawyers’ office, but not by the same men who had driven away in a black-and-white police car, wearing cop uniforms, with the kids in the back seat. “I need to call that sergeant.”

“Your new best friend?”

She gave Jax a smirk. “I bet he’d love to hear from me.”

“Especially when you tell him that one of his guys is responsible for kidnapping and potentially murder.”

“He stuck a needle in me.”

Bruce said, “You saw his face?”

“I pulled his mask off. It was one of the cops from the medical center.”

Bruce’s jaw hardened. In fact, his whole body tensed. “Which one?”

“Find the bugs—again. I’ll get his name and address, and we’ll go talk to him.”

“You talk. I’ll be explaining some things in…other ways.” Bruce left the room before she got a chance to correct his assumptions on how this was going to go.

She sent a message to Maizie with what she had on the cop, hoping her tech genius could find the information she needed. If they were real cops, not two guys just pretending, there would be a department record of them responding to the callout at the medical center.

When she was done, she flipped her phone face down. “Everything feels like a collection of odd threads right now. Like there’s a million different things going on, and I can’t get a handle on how it all weaves together. Usually, I have more questions than answers, but it’s like all I have is answers, and I’m not seeing the questions.”

“You’ll figure it out.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Don’t you always?”

“Okay, but a team of eager FBI analysts wouldn’t be a horrible idea, right?”

He smiled. “I think someone might notice if I suddenly tasked a group of my staff to help you.”

“What? I can be subtle. We’ll say I’m a consultant.”

“If anyone asks, youarea consultant. I signed the paperwork weeks ago just so we didn’t have to deal with questions if you started helping. Or”—he cleared his throat—“suddenly find yourself in the middle of one of my cases.”

“I would never.” She tried to sound aghast. Or, at least, kind of surprised.

Jax just chuckled.

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