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“Who am I speaking to?”
“I can't tell you that at this time, but don't go to the depository, please. I don't want to kill anyone else you love.”
“What?”
My blood runs cold. What does he means by that? She looks at me again as I text the other team to get a status update. I nod when I get a response from Ian that they are on their way to the airplane. I watch as Maya calms herself, she’s pushing her watch into her scar, the only tell that her nerves are shot.
“Maya, I've known you for years, and I couldn't stand it if I hurt you anymore than I already have. I'm so sorry about your mum, that was an accident. I wish things had been different, Cara was very precious to me. I also took care of all the evidence left from yesterday.” the caller continues.
Timothy has his laptop open and is trying to trace the call.
“If you know me, you know that I won't give this up. How can my mom be precious to you?”
“I do know you. I know what you're like in competition, and in life in general. Do not put more blood on my hands? Get out of London before I have to hurt someone. Maya, always remember your mum loved you. She asked me to protect you for her. Please, sweet angel, get out of London, now. He'll make me hurt your husband, then Greg and Derek.”
The call ends with those cryptic words. Looks like we beat the killer to the punch. We race to the airport, and I go over the phone call in my head again. I need to question Maya more, but I notice she is quiet, probably doing the same as me and going over that call. What was the “sweet angel” about? Is that a nickname? What did he mean about competition?
“Maya, baby, what are you thinking?” Duncan asks from the front seat, turning around to look at her between Timothy and Greg. Ana and I are in the third row.
“I know that voice. And the way he said competition, I haven't competed since college, I haven't had time or the desire to. Only my mom called me sweet angel. He knew her. She didn't even call me that in front of my friends. Could this be the protector calling me?”
“It could be. Was there anyone in college, other than Carl, that took an interest in you, baby?”
“Not romantically. Uncle Marcus would have me come over for Sunday dinners, and my coach or Greg would chase away any guys hanging around too long. My coach would try to have me do things on Sundays too, he didn't want me going to Marcus’s place all the time. My coach, Owen Long, really took an interest in me when I went to counseling. Right, Greg?”
“Yeah, he did. Owen was a nice guy, quiet and distant, but cared about Maya.”
“Owen, what did he look like?” I ask now, knowing why my gut is twisting.
“Well to be honest, pretty close to the description of the witnesses. I met him before college. He would come to my high school competitions. Auburn hair and hazel eyes, just over six foot, longish wavy hair.”
“Bloody hell, could he shoot?” Duncan asks.
“Better than Carl, but not as good as me. He always told me I was a natural, where he learned to be good.”
“Did he know your parents?” I ask.
“He knew Mom but not Abba. Abba never made it to my competitions.”
“Do you think he would have done this?” Duncan asks.
“I don't know anymore, I never would have thought that Marcus would push Lawrence on me that way. Coach Long was so interested in protecting me, I just don't think he could or would. But if he was the protector maybe. When Greg and Derek came into my life, he pulled back but was very upset after my attempt. He came to the clinic to see me, but Dr. Mason made him leave.”
“We need to find pictures of him and see if he was in Tel Aviv at the same time as your family,” Timothy interjects. “Whoever just called has some serious equipment, they routed me through all of Africa before I lost the signal.”
“He was there. He came to Tel Aviv to try and talk my father into letting me go to Boston College,” Maya says quietly as if she is in pain. I know that reliving those days has got to be hard on her.
“Wait, I remember him. He went to lunch with us and your mum before she died,” Ana pipes in.
“Ya, that was him.”
“He kept talking with your mum.”
“That would be him, she always talked to him and seemed real close to him. I caught them hugging later that day. She was crying, and he was angry about something.”
“The good news is he doesn't know we've already been to the depository. Although I got the feeling we were being watched,” I add in.
I'm worried we are about to really get confused from the information and the many twists and turns of Sir.
