Page 99 of One More Chance

Any romantic feelings for her had probably dissipated a while ago, and if he did still have some, it really wasn’t her problem. He wasn’t making it her issue to deal with, that was for sure. Hopefully, he’d find someone—the person God had planned for him. Not just a whim or a way to self-destruct. Heseemed to live his life on a knife-edge, but that was his business. All she was able to do for him was pray.

So she did that.

The peace of God was something she would always need, for herself and for the people she considered family.

After a minute or so, she found the number where she’d saved it and made the call. While it rang, she said to Ramon, “We need to check in with Maizie.”

“Pretty sure Bruce is doing that. He’s getting good at looping the kid in.”

Before she could respond, the call was answered. “Yes?”

“This is Kenna Banbury-Jaxton.” She wanted to add that last part. The two sides of who she was, personal and professional. “Who is this?”

“Depends on what you want.”

She figured One, considering the tone, so she explained what Gregorio had done.

They hadn’t seen these guys since the house explosion. For all she knew, they could’ve found the doctor and convinced him to go to ground and disappear. A huge operation couldn’t be erased in just a few hours, but if the doctor thought he was secure in his bunker—the silo Terri had designed—then it was entirely possible he had enough hubris to think it was impenetrable.

“We need your help to get in.” She wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.

“Get in where?”

She said, “The silo,” then gave him the location Terri had given them. “We’re going to save those people.”

“And you think I’ll stop you?”

“I think you want to, but you know it’s not the right thing. We have to know if we’re going to get killed by some security systemhe has set up before we even reach the door. I need you to be straight with me. People’s lives are on the line.”

“Yeah, mine.”

She gritted her teeth, the phone hot against her ear. Ramon was driving eighty-five down the freeway. “Mine, too. Right?”

“So why are you all fired up to get yourself killed?”

Kenna said, “Because it will save other people’s lives, and it will stop him from doing this again.”

Of course, there was still the problem of how to get Jax back when she wouldn’t give Buzard to the Santino crime family. No matter what she’d promised, that wasn’t justice. Maybe Nicola could convince Gregorio to let justice take its course.

But was that justice going to come in the form of aDominatusTribunal?

All she cared about was saving those people. And getting Jax home. She would do whatever it took to make that happen.

The rest of it, she was going to leave in God’s hands.

“Very well.”

Kenna frowned. “You’re going to help me?”

One was silent for a moment, then said, “Three, Four, and Five aren’t going to like it. If I can find something to help them afterward, then I’m going to do that.”

“He can’t be left to continue.”

One said, “I’ll give you Buzard. Whatever happens to me… Well, in the grand scheme of human history, it’s not really relevant, is it?”

That was probably a rhetorical question. “Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this to be appreciated.”

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