Page 59 of Storm and Tempest
She shook her head. “Two operatives? This one, and Sandra? Why would they need both of them?”
“They’d have had different assignments.” Jax holstered his gun and searched the killer’s pockets, finding no ID or phone—not even some cash for just in case. Though, maybe it was in hershoe. She wore no jewelry, and her sneakers were nearly brand-new. Neither had anything interesting in them.
He left the gun she held where it had landed on the floor, so that it could be matched to ballistics. The round he had fired into her would come back as registered to his personal weapon. At that point everyone would know it was Jax who had killed her.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Maizie nodded.
“You good, Maze?” He had no idea if she’d ever seen a dead body up close, but she seemed to be dealing with the scene like a champ.
“I’m good.” She blew out a breath through pursed lips.
Ramon slung his arm around her shoulder. “Even if she isn’t, she’s got us.”
Not what he’d thought Ramon was going to say. It was better. “Agreed. Though, don’t worry if it hits you later.”
Ramon said, “Yeah, if you’re crying in the shower…just know you’re not the only one, yeah?”
Jax glanced at the guy, not sure what to make of that. He led the way back to the other room. Zeyla stood by Bruce, who sat in a chair gingerly touching a knot on his head. Bruce said, “Elliot ran off.”
As Jax entered the room, Amara straightened to stand. She had the knife in her hand and not one ounce of remorse on her face. “She gave me no choice.”
Sandra lay on the floor, blood on her neck.
“Is that when Elliot split?” Jax glanced between Amara and Bruce.
Amara looked at Bruce, and he said, “He got the drop on me and made a run for it.”
“Seems like there’s a lot of that going on today.” Part of it was because of him, and Sandra’s reaction to his not knowing whoelse was in the group the president oversaw. Maybe she didn’t even know the president was part of it.
He explained what had happened in the other room, leaving out the last thing Samuel had said. He needed to figure out what “offshore” meant, and if it was at all relevant to the search for Kenna.
Amara shook her head. “Two of them?”
“Different missions.” Jax glanced at the dead woman in the room. “We need to clear out.”
Not only because Maizie didn’t need to be in here with a dead woman. They also needed to figure out what they were going to do next.
Amara stepped away from the dead body. “Great, I’ll?—”
“Maizie and I are leaving.” Jax wasn’t sure about the rest of them. In fact, he turned to Bruce. “I don’t know you.” He looked at Amara. “I trust you even less.” He waved at her daughter. “Even Ramon doesn’t trust Zeyla, and I barely trust Ramon.”
Ramon said, “Fair. But I’m coming with you guys.”
Maizie sniffed.
“So you’re leaving?” Amara lifted her chin.
“If you want to help, I can let you know when we need backup or more bodies for an op. But you’re not part of this.” He motioned to himself, and Maizie—and yeah, Ramon as well. “Because you should’ve told me the minute you heard that Kenna was alive.”
Now they had everything from her that had been sent. All the information they’d need to try and track down what they could find.
It was time to get gone.
Maizie swiped up her laptop and Elliot’s, wiping her cheeks with her fingers. Apparently, Elliot had neglected to take the laptop with him when he ran off. Though, it looked like that might be what he had used to hit Bruce over the head.
Ramon held the door, and they went out to the car. He and Jax shared a look about Maizie, and when she’d closed the back door of the car, Jax said quietly, “Maybe it just caught up to her.”
