Once seated in the warm café that smelled like hamburgers, fries, and heaven, Kane had known instinctively that the man could be trusted yet he’d still hesitated when questioned about his past. After all, it hadn’t been his story to share. Therefore, he glossed over why he found himself alone and stuck to talking about his life after he abandoned his family.
Seemingly determined to hear everything about Kane, Dave pushed. “You mean you ran away from home.”
“You could say that. Yeah.”
“Why? You lose someone?”
“Not really. Had no mom, she passed when I was born. For a while, my aunt looked after me but when she got cancer, my dad and stepbrother took me back to live with them. Those two were as dysfunctional as could be.”
His mind went back to his uncertainty of heading out on his own at the time he’d made up his mind. But it turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made.
From that moment on, his mentor, Dave Wardlow, had given him a lifeline and he’d taken it. The only regret he ever had was staying away from the one place where he thought the law would be searching for the Lamberts. And that had meant staying away from Jennie too.
Go figure, twenty years later their daughter ended up in D.C. and had found him. And that led him to wonder if Jennie might be living here now too.
Considering he had to find her and fast, he went to the closet and used the combination to open the locked case. Praying she hadn’t changed her name, he pulled out the phone only he knew was there and put in the call that would change everything to a buddy of Dave’s who still worked for the FBI.