Page 28 of Jason Bourne
Jason shifted closer, just inside my peripheral. Harris noticed. His smirk flattened. “And you. I know you.”
Jason’s stillness was louder than any words.
I repeated, harder this time, “Step out of the truck, Harris.”
He leaned back, fingers drumming the steering wheel. “Don’t think so. Got places to be. People to see.”
“Marcie Turner one of those people?” I snapped.
That wiped the smile clean off his face. For a beat, silence hung between us, heavy as stone.
Then Harris’s hand darted to the seat beside him.
“Gun!” Jason barked.
I drew and leveled mine in a heartbeat. “Don’t even breathe wrong, Harris! In my last job, it was Lane Brewer FBI, and I would kill you just for breathing. Now, I have to wait until you frown before shooting.”
For a moment, I thought we’d do this the bloody way. But Jason moved in a blur—faster than I could blink—yanked the door open and slammed Harris face-first into the gravel. The gun clattered uselessly under the truck.
“Easy, Lane,” Jason said, pinning Harris like it was second nature. “You want him alive, right?”
I cuffed Harris, heart hammering, but my voice steady. “You’re under arrest for possession of a firearm and suspicion of kidnapping. Plus, drinking and driving involving an accident.”
Harris spat blood into the dirt, glaring up at both of us. “You think you’ve won? You don’t know what you’ve walked into.”
Jason’s grip tightened. “Then enlighten us.”
But Harris just laughed, a sound that crawled down my spine. “You’ll see. Real soon.”
I laughed. “And I thought I wouldn’t have any action up here. I hope this means I was wrong.” I said, winking at Jason.
I could see that pissed Cal Harris off.
30
Lane
Back at the station, Harris sat cuffed to the metal chair, smirking like he was in on a joke only he knew. I’d seen men like him before—too sure, too slippery, too connected.
“Want me to play bad cop?” Jason asked from the corner.
I shook my head. “He’d like that too much. Let me try my way.”
I leaned across the table. “Where’s Marcie Turner?”
“Don’t know any Marcie.” His eyes glittered. “But I do know your sister.”
That hit me sideways. “Excuse me?”
“Oh yeah. Zoe Brewer. Detective down in the city. Heard she’s been sniffing around my business for months. Guess it runs in the family—sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
My pulse kicked. Zoe hadn’t said a word to me about Harris. That meant two things—one, she was onto something big, and two, Harris wasn’t bluffing. But then why would she say anything to me about him?
Jason shifted closer, his voice low and dangerous. “If you’ve tangled with Zoe, then you’ve already lost. Sooner or later, she’ll find you.”
Harris just laughed, leaning back in the chair until the cuffs rattled. “Maybe. But you should be asking yourselves if the girl’s even still alive.”
My stomach knotted, but I didn’t let him see it. “I’ll find Marcie. And when I do, I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”
