“I’m homeless?”
“You’re going to need official protection.”
Several seconds dragged as his unblinking gaze locked on her.
“Protection.” The word came out dull.
“At least until we catch the guy.”
And possibly through the trial, depending on who was behind it. If it really was Rosetti, as Reilly suspected, then they’d be looking at months, maybe a year or more, before the case went to trial.
Reilly straightened. Life sparked in his eyes and his jaw twitched. “I want you on the detail.”
Why hadn’t she seen that one coming? “Good luck with that. It’ll never happen.”
“Why not?”
“Conflict of interest, for one thing. Plus, I’m in fugitive tracking, not witness protection.”
“Would you do it if you could?”
“Absolutely.” Family couldn’t be entrusted to just anyone. “But they’ll never go for it.”
“Leave that up to me. I know a few tricks.”
It’d have to be one heck of a magic trick to get her on his detail. “If you can talk them into it, I’m in.”
His lips settled into a firm line. If the matter weren’t so serious, she’d be tempted to laugh.
No matter how stubborn Reilly might be, he was no match for the US Marshal’s office. The lawyer in him might be incredibly persuasive, might be able come up with some compelling arguments, maybe even lay out a solid case, but this was one battle he stood no chance of winning.
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Lana glanced up from her computer as the door closed with enough force to vibrate her chair.
“Tanner. Pack your bags.”
The clipped words brought her to her feet. She was going?
It took only a glance at Barker, her superior, to determine that she’d heard correctly. And that he was less than thrilled about the arrangement.
He stood outside the door to the conference room where he’d just spent the last twenty minutes speaking with Reilly about the requirements for being federally protected. Raised voices had drifted through the door on more than one occasion, but never clearly enough for her to determine what was being said.
Maybe she’d misunderstood.
Rounding her desk, she crossed the still–empty office to join him. “I’m being assigned to his detail?”
Barker’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Wasn’t my decision. Your brother knows some people with pull and he called in a few favors.”
Wow. After all these years, she knew she shouldn’t be surprised that Reilly had gotten what he wanted, but for some reason, she was. “Who’s heading this op?”
“Hill.”
Thank God. Reilly must’ve been doing some hardcore praying, something she sure hadn’t thought to do.
To have Alex heading this detail was more than she could’ve hoped for.
Barker leaned his shoulder against the wall. “When she heard who it was and that you wanted in, she pushed to have you on the team. The deputy marshal finally caved.”
“Um, okay. Let me finish this report and I’ll head home to pack.”
“Don’t let Hill convince you to jump ship, got it? She’s been trying to recruit you for the last six months.”
Longer than that, actually, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. “Jacksonville is home. I have no intention of leaving.”
“Make sure it stays that way.”
The cell phone on her desk rang.
A grunt accompanied Barker’s nod. “She said she’d be calling you.”
Without another word, Barker crossed toward his office. She snagged her phone. Caller ID confirmed Barker’s suspicion and she accepted the call.
Alex didn’t even bother with a hello. “So you finally saw the light, huh?”
“It’s just one case. And it’s Reilly. I had to.”
Alex’s rich laugh filled her ear. “It’s a start. Besides, this work is addictive. You’ll see.”
Somehow she’d known that would be Alex’s response. Almost word for word. “So where are you guys at?”
“My team’s getting ready to go. It’ll be a few hours before we get there.”
“How many are with you?”
“Four.”
Four people she didn’t know would be protecting her brother. Her brother. “And you trust them?”
Alex’s voice dropped. “Relax. We’re not gonna let anything happen to him.”
Oh you of little faith. Why did you doubt? Jesus’ words to Peter flashed through her skull.
Her eyes slid closed. Prayer should’ve been her first recourse, not her last resort. God wouldn’t let anything happen to Reilly. “Thanks, Alex. You reminded me that God’s in charge of this and I shouldn’t be worrying.”
Silence blanketed the air between them for several moments. Alex cleared her throat. “Uh, sure. Glad I could help.”
One of these days Alex would listen. And Lana refused to stop pointing Alex in the right direction until that time came.
“I better get going. Just wanted to touch base with you before we left. See you soon.”
“Safe travels.”
She ended the call and slipped the phone back into her pocket. It’d only been a few months since she’d last seen Alex, but it’d still been too long. She glanced over at the desk next to hers, the one Alex had vacated over two years ago, the one currently occupied by a quiet kid who’d come to them from New York.
I miss you, Alex.
Dwelling on the past would accomplish nothing. There was still work to do. Starting with checking on Reilly.
She opened the door to the conference room. Reilly jerked as she stepped inside.
If possible, he looked even worse than he had earlier. The lines pleating his face had deepened, the dark rings under his eyes were puffy, and the whites of his eyes had turned pink.
He’d aged ten years in the last thirty-six hours.
“How’re you holding up?”
A light shrug lifted his shoulders.
She sank into the chair across from him. “Well, Barker is not happy.”
A glimmer of a smile drifted across his face. “Told you I’d get you assigned to the case.”
“Do you have any favors left to call in or did you use them all on this?”
“It was worth it. Thanks for doing this.”
No matter how hard she tried to slip into work mode, the emotions roiled just beneath the surface. If she didn’t lighten the mood, she’d probably fall apart. “Someone has to keep you in line.”
Normally he’d throw back some comment about him being the one to keep her in line, but not today. Today he sat like a zombie, staring at a spot on the wall behind her.
She nodded at the sofa in the corner of the room. “Why don’t you stretch out for a little while. Try to get some rest.”
“Maybe I will.”
She stepped into the hall, paused long enough to see Reilly collapse on the couch, and softly shut the door.
Hopefully he was exhausted enough that he could get a few solid hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked up again. But experience taught her that his sleep was likely to be anything but restful.
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“The powerhouse pair is back together again!”
Lana couldn’t help laughing as Alex swept into the room, short blonde hair swishing around her pale face. “For a limited time only.”
Ocean blue eyes studied her. “You look awful.”
“Spoken like a true friend.”
Alex stepped forward and gave her a hug. “Are you okay?”
“It was a long night.”
“How’s Reilly?”
“Okay, I guess.” Lana glanced back at the conference room, where the door was still closed. “He’s trying to act all tough, but it’s hard.”
“That’s why you’re here to help him through it.”
“Really. And here I thought it was because you were trying to recruit me.”
Mischief sparkled in Alex’s eyes. “Two birds, one stone. The timing’s perfect. I think there’s going to be an opening on my team soon.”
“Much as I’d love to work with you again, I’m happy here.”
“We’ll see.” Alex jerked her head. “Come on, meet the team.”
Lana followed her to where four men stood speaking with Barker.
“Guys, this is Milana Tanner.”
An Asian man with a cap of black hair and broad shoulders offered a firm handshake. “Raymond Chow. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Next to him, a beanpole of a man nodded. Button-down shirt, round glasses, nervous smile. Looked like someone who would be more at home teaching history at a university. “Eugene Beckman.”
She nodded back.
The next deputy stood just under six feet tall. Thick, well-defined arms crossed over his chest and dark eyes bored into her. “Simon Peters.”
The sharp tone made her blink.
A Hispanic man with a shaved head and a tattoo visible on his forearm lightly socked Peters’ arm. “Lighten up, dude.” Turning back to her, he grinned. “Jaime Rodriguez. Don’t mind Peters here. His bark is worse than his bite, you know what I mean.”
She hoped so.
“So what’s the plan?” Lana’s eyes flicked over the group before resting on Alex.
“We hole up here in town until we can assess the threat level. Once we know who or what we’re dealing with, we’ll know how to proceed.”
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The safe house, located at the southeast end of town, overlooked a marshy swamp that undoubtedly housed snakes and alligators and all sorts of nasty critters.
As long as it didn’t hide a snake in human flesh, Lana could deal with the rest.
She set her bag in the room at the top of the stairs that she and Alex would be sharing. Beckman and Chow had the room across the hall, Peters and Rodriguez were in the room next to them, and directly across from Peters and Rodriguez, right next to her and Alex, was Reilly’s room.
If anyone breached security, and if he or she somehow managed to get past whomever was on duty downstairs, they’d still have to get past her. It would take more than luck to accomplish that one.
Reilly’s sketch had hit the press today and the manhunt was already underway.
As much as she itched to be a part of the hunt, this time her place was here. Standing between a killer and her brother.
Going down the hallway, she paused outside Reilly’s closed door. No sound came from within. Hopefully that meant he’d managed to fall asleep. She had no illusions that the sleep would be peaceful or lasting, but even a small amount would go a long way to removing the hollow look in his eyes.
She headed downstairs, poked around the kitchen until she found a mug, and poured a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot on the counter.
One sip of the hot liquid brought a grimace. It had the consistency of mud after a heavy rain. Except the mud might taste better.
Only one person could make this kind of coffee. Alex.
Maybe some cream would help. And sugar. Lots of it.
She opened the fridge. Hazelnut flavored creamer and a bottle of butterscotch ice cream topping waited on the top shelf.
Alex knew her so well.
A dash of creamer, a few squirts of butterscotch, and several spoonfuls of sugar made the coffee palatable.
She pulled a barstool to the bay window overlooking the driveway and sipped her coffee as a light rain misted the glass. Propping her feet on the windowsill, she cradled the mug in her hands and let the warmth seep into her fingers. It wasn’t cold outside, but the air conditioning invited goose bumps.
She assumed the others were settling in, except for Alex, who was drawing up a schedule for the next few days.
Footsteps tromped down the stairs and crossed the entryway, heading toward the kitchen. She glanced at the doorway as Rodriguez walked in.
“You already unpacked?” Surprise tinged his voice.
“I’ll do it later.” She nodded at the mug. “Of the last thirty-six hours, I’ve slept about three. I needed something to keep me going.”
“You make the coffee?”
“Alex.”
A grin slid across his face. “Not afraid to take your life into your hands, I see.”
So Alex’s toxic coffee was well known. She couldn’t help smiling in return. “We all have to go sometime, right?”
“Better believe it.” He glanced in the cupboard by the fridge before moving on to the next one.
“To the right of the sink.”
“Thanks.” Retrieving a mug, he poured himself a cup of sludge and chugged it.
“And you called me brave? You’re drinking it straight.”
Broad shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug. “It’s an acquired taste.”
“I don’t know about that. I worked with Alex for three years and never got used to it.”
He refilled his mug before pulling a chair over to join her. “So Reilly must be your stepbrother?”
“No. Just my brother.”
“Lana’s adopted.” Alex’s voice came from behind them.
Why didn’t she just get it tattooed across her forehead? Save everyone a lot of trouble.
She didn’t bother hiding her irritation as she slid her attention to Alex.
A wry grin twisted Alex’s lips. “Come on, Lana. Everyone’s gonna find out anyway, you know that. Rodriguez is just the nosiest one.”
“Hey, now.”
Alex grinned at Rodriguez’s protests. “Not my fault it’s true.”
Setting his cup on the windowsill, Rodriguez crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothin’ wrong with bein’ adopted anyway. My girlfriend is.”
Time for a change of subject, before Rodriguez asked for more details than she was willing to give. Or Alex offered them.
“You finish the schedule?”
A nod answered her question. “I only worked up a schedule for the next five days. Now that the press has that sketch, well, we’ll just see how the dust settles. We may not be staying here long.”
Lana’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out, she glanced at the caller ID, but didn’t recognize the number. “Excuse me.”
She slipped into the living room and accepted the call.
“Sanders here.”
Wonders never ceased to amaze. “Detective Sanders. There’s news?”
“We made a positive ID on the body. Some old codger who lived in the upstairs apartment. Initial cause of death looks like smoke inhalation.”
“What was he doing in Reilly’s apartment?”
“Fire ate through the floor. Looks like he fell through.”
“Any leads?”
“We’re still working the scene. I’ll let you know.”
She pocketed her phone. Another innocent casualty. And another death for which Reilly would blame himself.
Maybe she didn’t have to tell him. In protective custody, they could keep him pretty sheltered from the investigation and what was going on in the world.
No. He deserved to know.
And if he found out that she’d known and hadn’t told him, he’d be even more upset.
She’d just have to find the right time to tell him. No matter when she told him though, she knew that the truth was going to cut.
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The police had a sketch.
Frank Rosetti swallowed past the Sahara lining his throat as he stared at the vividly accurate picture on his television. It was only a matter of time before someone connected that sketch to Doug Garrett.
Then they’d connect Doug to Al.
And Al to him.
He slammed his fist down on the desk next to him.
What an idiot! To use someone who was a known associate of his brother, who currently worked for Rosetti Construction, had been the worst decision Frank had made in years. Possibly his whole life.
But it wa
sn’t all his fault. That imbecile Doug deserved equal blame. If not more.
“Frank?” Ginger’s soft voice broke into his thoughts.
Turning, he found her standing in the doorway, her large hazel eyes inquisitive. She tucked her copper hair behind her ears, the light twinkling off the diamonds dangling from her earlobes.
“Is everything okay?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, babe, everything’s fine.”
Silence beat a second too long, just long enough for her to make sure he knew that she wasn’t buying it.
Then she smiled. “If you say so. I’m headed downtown for an appointment. Do you need me to pick anything while I’m there?”
“I’m good.”
She gave him one of those smiles that still, even after five years of marriage, stole the air from the room.
“Love you, babe.”
Her heels padded across the carpet as she approached. Placing one hand on his chest, she stretched up to offer a lingering kiss. “I’ll see you later.”
It didn’t take her nearly long enough to cross to the door. She paused and blew him a kiss before stepping out of sight, her heels click-click-clicking down the tiled hallway.
For several seconds he found it impossible to remove his gaze from the doorway she’d just exited.
If he went down for this, he’d lose her.
Would Doug talk if they caught him?
So what if he did? Frank could deny everything and no one could prove he had anything to do with it. It would be Doug’s word against his and with Doug’s record, no one would believe him.
And he knew Ginger would stand by him through any investigation. Her loyalty was one of the things that had drawn him to her.
Of course, her killer looks hadn’t hurt, either.
They wouldn’t tie him to this mess. He’d make sure of it.
If he had to, he could always bring in a professional. He wouldn’t go to jail. He’d remain a free man, no matter how much it cost him or who had to die.
Three
The days had settled into a comfortable – if somewhat frustrating – pattern. Only four days since they’d arrived at this place and she was already going nuts.
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