Page 55 of Now or Never
“I used to be an FBI agent in Phoenix.”
“And I used to be an FBI agent in Salt Lake City.” Kenna smiled. “But a much longer time has passed since I quit.”
“All right.” The officer nodded. “Here’s hoping Langley can confirm it’s this guy who stabbed him, or if it was someone else. Can I get a copy of that?”
Kenna nodded. “Give me your email and I’ll send it over.”
After she’d done that, they exchanged basic information and phone numbers with the officer and were able to leave.
“What is it?” Jax glanced over as they headed for their vehicle. “Do we need a new way to find out if other cases exist that look like they were done by the same guy?”
Kenna chewed over that for a second, thinking it through. “Yeah, probably. I just don’t get why he kills Langley. He left him alive. What was the point in that?”
“Because you’re the one on his hit list so he came here, and it was a crime of opportunity?” Jax clicked the locks on the car, but it was already open. He held her door for her. “Or do you think Petyr and the president are right about you being safe because you’re pregnant?”
She slid into the passenger seat, and he went around, climbing in the driver’s side. As he pulled away from the curb and navigated through the sea of cops who’d showed up because one of their own was hurt, she said, “I don’t want to think that Langley was targeted because of me.”
Jax entered the RV park address into the dash screen of the car and then pulled out, following the directions home. “Ramon and Zeyla are going to meet us at home so we can regroup.”
“We can ask them why the man they’re looking for showed up where we are and they didn’t.” Given a man nearly died, and still wasn’t out of the woods, she held off trying to be funny. “I don’t want to know how the two of them will deal with this. They’re going to take it out on him when they find him, and we need this guy in custody, not dead.”
“Maybe it’s one of thoseDominatuslookalikes running around, trying to throw us off.”
“Consider me thrown.” She shifted in the seat to try and get more comfortable.
Jax squeezed her knee. They drove the rest of the way in silence and within the hour pulled into the RV park. Ramon’scar was parked on the lane in front of their RV, leaving the space for them to pull into. Both he and Zeyla sat on the plastic Adirondack chairs beside the front door, and she had Jolene on her lap, stroking the cat in long swipes.
Kenna pushed open the door and tried to climb out gracefully, feeling huge even though she didn’t look it. “So you’re a cat person.” She wandered over, and Jax went in the storage unit under the RV, where he pulled out two folding chairs.
Zeyla shrugged. “Never said I wasn’t.”
The door to the RV wasn’t open.
“Did you pick the lock?” Kenna asked.
“Trade secret.”
Jax chuckled, unfolding a chair for Kenna to sit on. “She texted me, and I remotely unlocked the door.”
Zeyla shrugged again.
“Sit here.” Ramon shot up out of the chair. “I’ll take the uncomfortable seat.” He looked like he wanted to pick her up and set her in the chair so she didn’t have to expend the energy sitting.
Kenna held on to his arm, much like the cop who’d helped her to her feet and used her hold on him to ease down slowly. She stretched out her feet and let go of a long breath. Then realized she needed to pee again. “Never mind. I’ll be back.” She levered herself up out of the chair. “Figure out how to resolve all this while I’m in there. We need a plan.”
She let herself in the RV and found a sweater, since she’d given her jacket to the detective bleeding out. Kenna set her gun in the lockbox in the closet because she didn’t need it on her here with three people around to protect her, then took care of the pressing business that came with there being a baby sitting on her bladder.
Her phone rang before she toweled off her hands, but she got to it before it quit ringing. The number was local, but not one she’d stored in her phone. “Banbury Investigations.”
“I told them I was calling my lawyer. They want me to tell them everything, how I planted that bomb, and how I tried to kill the Croatian president.”
Kenna knew the voice. It was one of the lawyers from Hann, Anthony & Associates. “And about how you didn’t mean to kill a child, but you’re so very sorry about the collateral damage.”
The caller gasped. “Who wouldn’t be sorry? But that doesn’t mean I did it.”
“I need to know everything about that think tank,” Kenna said. “All of it. I need information if I’m going to make connections, and right now I’ve got a bunch of nothing.”
“We sent you that packet.”
