Page 11 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
Dr. Cohen nodded slightly at Klausen and the other agent. “That’s our cue, gentlemen.”
Rising from the table, the two Cohens moved out of the laptop camera’s range, taking the FBI agents with them. The four men came around to where Rowan was sitting to continue watching on one of the many monitors.
“Are you sure?” Liam mouthed to Jamison as he took a seat.
Determined as ever, Jamison rose from her chair. Extracting a diamond wedding ring from his pocket, he slid it onto her finger.
“Happily married,” he whispered, not letting her hand go even once the ring was secured. “You know the rest?”
Jamison nodded, and with her chin held high, she went to sit with her father. Toby’s reaction was instant, and a booming laugh of astonishment rang out, carrying all the way up to the dining room’s vaulted ceilings.
“I ask this every time I see her, but how do you handle it, Ben?” Toby peered into his screen to get a better look at Jamison. The chains locking him to the table clanked, metal against metal rolling as he tried to get closer. “She looks so much like Laura Jean.”
“Why does Sinclair want me?” Jamison asked, ignoring the comment about her mother. “What kind of bullshit insanity are you trying to pull?”
Toby's smile wavered as if he were confused. “You?”
“Babies,” she hissed, color filling her face. “You want them to have Fairweather babies?”
Toby gave no outward reaction, only smirking in that eerie way of his. It reminded Rowan of Ben. Tobias Miller might not have the same dark features as Ben and Samuel, but that innate arrogance that lived in every Fairweather positively oozed from him.
“Did you know they come here all the time?” Jamison continued, well aware that Toby did. “They want a piece of you. They think we kept mementos of your life, and they’re always disappointed when they find out we didn’t.”
Toby let out an annoyed huff. “Where’s Evie? I said I’d do this, but only if she participated.”
“You haven’t answered our questions,” Ben replied, remaining calm. “How do you know Michael Sinclair?”
“I told you.”
“How is he involved with Zanmi?”
“He’s not,” Toby scoffed, this time appearing genuinely confused. “And why do you keep asking about Mike?”
The silence that followed Toby’s question was deafening. He didn’t know. Toby didn’t know Michael Sinclair had taken over Zanmi.
Dr. Cohen was the first to recover and gestured for Ben to keep going.
“Why did you send those women?” Ben pressed. “Why did you tell them to kill us?”
Rowan zoomed in on Toby’s face as something clicked in the good doctor’s brain. “What’s happening here?” Toby’s eyes shifted back and forth between Ben and Jamison. “What women?”
Liam pointed at Jamison, and she stood, her turn in front of the camera over.
It was time to send in the big guns.
Rising from the dining room chair, Simone placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder as she passed. The wounds from her attack were healing nicely, but some bruising remained, just enough to be seen on the camera.
Once Jamison was off screen, Simone came around Ben and took the vacant seat. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and Rowan marveled at how an honest-to-God serial killer could squirm under the weight of this woman’s stare.
The longer the silence stretched, the more Tobias Miller looked like he might cry. “Hello.”
“Hello, boy.”
“You never came to the trial.”
“No, I did not.”
Curiosity flared in Toby’s eyes. “Why?”
