Page 85 of One More Chance

“You’re the boss. You have people for that.”

“Come on.” He lifted his chin to Special Agent Herron and walked Kenna down the hall to another room that was more like a computer lab.

A woman in khakis and an FBI polo shirt hopped off a stool. “You have it?”

Jax glanced at Kenna, then handed over the hard drive.

“You never planned on going anywhere else?” She was about to put her hands on her hips when he drew the letter from his pocket.

“Want to read this with me?”

“You’re trying to distract me. It’s your letter.” She wandered to the technician and sat on her stool. “I want to know what’s on the hard drive.”

The tech, whose name badge above the emblem said,Melissa Glor, looked at Kenna with wide eyes. “It could take some time to?—”

The computer chimed.

“Huh.” She had inserted the hard drive into a port, and the screen now populated with files. “It’s loading everything.” The technician clicked her mouse, moving through the file directory. “No viruses, no encryption. Looks like all the information is right here.”

“Great.” All Kenna needed now was a cup of coffee.

Melissa glanced between them. “I’ll get started logging and indexing everything.”

Jax eyed Kenna, all suspicious. As if she was the one who’d withheld information from him. In fact, the opposite was true. He’d planned all along to come here, no matter what she said.He was determined to care for her. But at the same time, the boss of this office needed his personnel on the job.

She wasn’t going to resent him or begrudge what he felt like he had to do. Why be petty about it? That would only put a wedge between them because she’d be using the weight she had as his wife to make his life more difficult than it needed to be.

“Does your office have a coffeepot?”

Jax cracked a smile, wandered to her, and kissed her right in front of the technician. “I’ll be back in a second. Try not to cause too much trouble.”

She gaped.

He walked away, laughing.

“Okay, sothathas never happened before.”

Kenna glanced over at Melissa, who was around five feet tall. Blue eyes and neat brown hair secured at the back of her head. “What’s never happened before?”

Melissa leaned toward Kenna and sniffed slightly. “The boss, laughing. He’s usually a pretty serious guy. Professional and respectful. It’s…nice to see a different side of him.”

“And sniffing me just now?”

“You smell like smoke.”

“The house exploded.”

Melissa let out a tiny noise, high-pitched. “Your house?”

“No.” She probably shouldn’t explain much since knowledge could be construed as Melissa being an accomplice. “The place where we got that drive.”

Kenna dragged her phone out of her pocket and pulled up the app for local emergency service calls. They were going to find those two men, and who knew what else, in the wreckage. Once they put the fire out, the police would begin the lengthy process of investigating.

The whole thing would no doubt drag on for weeks, if not months, before they tied it to Marcus Buzard and whatever he had going on nearby.

Several fire trucks, a chief’s unit, an ambulance, and a police car had been dispatched to the house that exploded. It was being taken care of.

Kenna asked, “Do you have a legal pad?”

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