Page 56 of Now or Never
“Someone needs to fill in the gaps.” Kenna braced a hand against the wall in the RV, holding the phone to her ear.
“Then come and see me. I’m sure I’ll be easy to find. I’m the one behind bars.”
The line went dead.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kenna didn’t have any business clothes that accommodated her current situation, so she opted to pull a white button-down shirt on over a T-shirt and leave the buttons open. She had a pair of black slacks with an elastic waist, but no matter what, this was going to be uncomfortable. Thankfully, she still fit in her shoes and didn’t have to walk around with swollen feet all the time.
“You’ll need to wait in here.” The corrections officer opened the door for her.
The room had a single table, a lot like an interrogation room. Door on both sides, four chairs—two on either side.
“Thanks.” She’d left her jacket and everything else back at the entrance with security. No one could bring a weapon into a prison, or any electronic device. She’d printed out the image of the ghost she was looking for and had that in her pocket but nothing else.
She spotted movement through the window to her right first and remained standing. Felicity Wuest shuffled down the hall, wearing orange and handcuffed at her hands and feet. Not one of the lawyers she’d had close contact with, but if this woman hadinformation Kenna could use to help her, then this trip would be worth it.
The officer pushed the door open, and Felicity entered, her hair hanging over her shoulders a darker blond than it’d been in Phoenix. No makeup, and she wore glasses with black rims. He tugged back the chair, and she sat.
Kenna said thank you, and he was about to say something when she folded her arms and spoke over him. “I’d like time with my client now.”
Both of them waited for him to shut the door.
Felicity lifted her gaze and looked at Kenna. “I didn’t know you were pregnant.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Felicity shuddered. “They killed LisaandBeth.”
“I’m sorry.” Kenna bit her lip. These were the kind of people who had signed up for a lifelong fight withDominatus. But that didn’t mean they wanted to end it gunned down as criminals. “What happened?”
Felicity closed her eyes and shuddered.
“Why don’t you start with the think tank?” Kenna slid back a chair and sat across from the younger woman, who probably would’ve taken the position of paralegal or admin assistant rather than one of the lawyers. She was what someone might think of as the weak link and yet out of the lawyers she was the one who’d survived long enough to be put in prison. “Who invited you all to participate in the think tank?”
“It came from the government. We fully vetted the invitation, met with them and did our due diligence on checking them out. It seemed legit!” She gasped but hadn’t raised her voice.
If this got heated, the officer would come in and shut down their conversation.
Kenna patted the center of the table. “You did what you knew to do. We’ve all been duped by…them.”
Felicity scrunched up her nose, blinking back tears that moistened her eyes.
“You said the government hired you for it. Was it the military, or just the federal government?” Kenna sat back in her chair.
“The military, or so we thought. It was supposed to be about coming up with scenarios to predict how someone might try and destabilize the country. There was field work, research, and drafting extensive plans. And we had a deadline, so it all had to be done within just a few weeks. The director in charge told us that the president wanted it before the treaty with the Croatians.”
Kenna nodded. “Can you describe this director, or tell me who he is?”
“We had no idea who he was and didn’t meet him until we showed up, so we were trying to get his fingerprints or a DNA sample from him so we could run it and find out if he was who he said he was. There was no way to find out if the name he gave us was real.”
“You didn’t manage to get an ID?”
Felicity shook her head. “We couldn’t get the sample. Every day they searched us on the way out the door, and we weren’t able to take anything out with us. Not even a tissue.”
“I might have you describe him for a sketch artist. Would you be willing to do that?”
“Not like I have anything else to do.” Felicity tried to roll her shoulders, but the cuffs securing her to the table made that difficult.
