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“Where’s Kate Donovan?”
“How should I know?”
“That’s what I pay you for.”
“Don’t call me, Adam.”
“You’re my attorney! I pay you to talk to me.”
“I have to advise you to turn yourself in. There’s a warrant for your arrest.”
“Fuck that, and fuck you!”
“Turn yourself in and I’ll be able to help you.”
“You’ll help me now.”
“I can’t do that. They’re watching. Closely.”
“You’re a fool.”
He slammed down the phone. He had a fake ID and passport all ready, but he wasn’t done. He had to find Monique and Mina.
Lucy and Kate.
And what about that shrink Dillon Kincaid? Who would have thought a fucking doctor would have it in him to shoot a man in cold blood? Frank didn’t even have a gun on him.
Trask called the hospital. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.
“This is Co
“One moment.”
He waited. Then the nurse came back on the line. “I’m sorry. Ms. Kincaid has already been discharged.”
Discharged? Where would she go? Of course, he thought.
Home.
Trask went online and bought a ticket for that afternoon. One-way to San Diego.
TWENTY-EIGHT
QUINN MET DILLON in the lobby of the field office and led him into the rear. “Morton’s on his way over.”
“Where’s Kate?”
“She’s cooling off in an interview room. She and Merritt went at it. Verbally,” he added.
“I want to see her.”
Qui
“Come get me.”
Qui
“She’s not going to jail.”
Qui
Kate jumped up and ran into his arms. He held her tight. A wave of relief that she was okay, that she was safe, washed over him. And something more-a deep need to be with her.
He kissed her repeatedly, then held her at arm’s length to take in her appearance fully. She looked more like a cop than when he’d first met her two days before, but weariness clouded her expression. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “You came back.”
“I said I would.”
“How’s Lucy?”
“She has Carina and Jack taking her back to San Diego. They’ll take care of her.”
“Jack?”
“He’s staying until Scott is captured.”
She nodded. “You think Lucy is in danger.”
“Absolutely. Both you and Lucy.”
Kate sank into one of the chairs around the conference table. Dillon sat next to her, turning his chair so they were knee to knee and he could hold her hands. “Why does he want me now?” she asked. “I understood his frustration before-Paige and I slowed down his operation, forced him to go underground. I can see that he wanted revenge. But now we know who he is. He has the money to disappear-why doesn’t he just disappear? It doesn’t make sense.”
“It does make sense,” Dillon said. “You’re thinking about this logically from your experience. But Adam Scott has a different background. It’s personal.”
“I never knew him before we started investigating April Klinger’s disappearance.”
“What I mean is, for him it’s personal. You remind him of another woman who took something from him. Maybe he was unable to fight back or reclaim what he lost, so he’s put you in her role. On the surface, he can convince himself that he’s getting back at you because of what you stole from him-his legal porn operation, his freedom of movement, and now Lucy. But it’s an act. What he really wants is revenge on someone he could never get revenge on. By killing you, he’s avenging his own failures, hurting the person who hurt him.”
“I guess that makes sense. But if I were him, I’d lay low for a couple of years and come after me when I’d least expect it.”
“That’s logical, and up until now Scott has been smart. But we’ve exposed his identity. We took away his support-Roger Morton and Denise Arno. And remember, for him this is not so much a game as a show. He sees himself as Trask, the actor. Onstage. Performing. His public persona is much different from his i
Kate sighed, squeezed his hands. “I just want this to be over. I want Lucy to feel safe again. I want to get my life back.”
“Qui
“Merritt’s an asshole. He honestly believes that I intentionally brought Paige into a dangerous situation and did nothing to save her. And I told him the truth-that Paige had assured me he’d authorized backup. I thought there were agents surrounding the building, ready to act. He didn’t believe me.”
“But Qui
“I think so.”
“You’re doing the right thing, Kate. And no matter how long it takes, I’ll stand by you.”
She touched his face, then dropped her hand when Qui
Dillon stood. “Are you going to be okay?”
She nodded, gave him a quick smile. “I’m okay.”
Dillon asked, “Did they find the girl in the video?”
“Not yet. I sent the file to the lab to see if they can find any personal information from the images. It appears to be her own bedroom, very feminine. A double bed. She’s likely single, so unless an employer or relative calls, or she has a roommate who wasn’t home last night, we might not find her for a couple of days.”
Dillon followed Qui
“Where’s my lawyer?” Morton sneered as the cops closed the door.
“I’m sure he’s on his way. We informed him of this meeting.”
Morton’s dark hair had begun to gray and he sported the begi
“I’m not talking. Told you that.”
“I know what you told me yesterday,” Qui
“Talk to my lawyer.”
“I will.” Qui
“Bullshit. You don’t have me for murder.”
“We have a witness from five years ago who has given us a sworn statement regarding the events in the warehouse that resulted in the deaths of two agents.”
Morton leaned forward, chains clinking. “If you have a sworn statement that is at all accurate, it has a criminal stating that Adam Scott killed that guy in the warehouse, not me. I know that Kate Donovan is not a reliable witness.” He snorted.