Page 64 of It's Always Been You

“Why?” Travis snarled.

“She killed my son.”

What the fuck? Shocked. Travis could only stare.

The Russian said no more as the police officer pushed his head down to guide him into the cruiser.

“Mr. Blake,” a voice said behind him. It was the two asshole detectives.

Travis had no patience to deal with them. “Detectives, I don’t believe Loudoun County is your jurisdiction.”

“We’re sharing information with our counterparts,” Detective Smithers said smugly. “What we couldn’t figure out is how you were able to take down five perps on your own.”

“He’s a former SEAL, Detective, what do you expect?” Nate had walked up to provide backup.

“Impressive.” This from Moore. “But something tells us that Caitlin Kincaid is more than just a plain housewife—and she had a hand in taking down some of your attackers.”

“She was in that CIA facility,” Smithers added.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Travis gritted his teeth. “I’m not answering any more questions. I will give my statement at the Loudoun County Police Department tomorrow morning. Now, if you both will excuse me, I’m taking my wife home.” Their Escalade was at the moment being towed, the axel probably shot, so Nate was their ride.

“Your wife?” Moore’s tone caused Travis to tense. “Funny, I checked your records. You were never married to a Caitlin Kincaid, but to a Sarah Quinlan. Your wife died three years ago, Mr. Blake.”

It was fortunate Nate was with him, or he would have punched the smirk off the detective’s face. With his friend standing between them, Travis raised a warning finger at Moore. “Don’t test me, Detective. Stay away from my wife. You try to contact her behind my back, I—will—bury—you.”

Travis spun on his heel and walked back to where Caitlin was being checked out by an EMT.

“Is she okay?” Travis asked, concerned. He didn’t think Caitlin had any injuries.

“I told him I was fine,” Caitlin replied. “He insisted on checking me out.”

Oh, he is checking her out all right. Travis glared at the EMT. “Are you done?”

“Uh . . . yeah,” the other man replied sheepishly and scurried away.

Nate grunted behind him.

Travis turned on his friend. “What?”

“Man, you’re like a caged tiger about to go on a rampage. You need to calm down.”

“In case you didn’t get the memo, Reece, someone tried to kill my wife.”

“You’re better than this, Travis,” Nate said quietly.

Fuck. Nate was right. But with Caitlin’s life hanging in the balance, he was having a hard time getting a grip.

His phone buzzed. Porter. He was the first person Travis had called after the police had arrived.

“Admiral.”

“Are you and Caitlin okay?”

“Yes.”

There was a deep indrawn breath. “I just spoke to Komarov. His sister has gone rogue.”

“What?”

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