She said “them,” not “him.” Does that mean she didn’t miss Chris’s funeral because the old geezer she was shacked up with wouldn’t let her go? She wanted to come, she just couldn’t? But who would stop her from attending? And why would they think it wasn’t safe?
I yank my truck off the side of the road when a disturbing thought smacks into me.No. . . she wouldn’t have.
I dial Regina’s number on repeat. She retired over a year ago, but she is still the first person I call when seeking legal advice.
When she fails to answer my call for the fourth time, I dial the second person on my list. It isn’t who you’d expect.
“Izzy, do you have any contacts in the FBI?” I ask, not bothering to issue a greeting.
Izzy, my partner, giggles. “Hi, Ryan, nice to hear from you too.”
I’m not surprised when her greeting is followed by a low growl. Isaac says he has no issues with me and Izzy working together, but he’s full of shit. He has jealousy issues a mile long when it comes to Izzy. I can’t say I blame him. There is no way I’d let my girl work with a guy she kissed directly in front of me. He’d be locked up in a four by four cell, not her superior.
“Why do you need the FBI? I thought you hated them ‘pissing on your turf.’”
Isaac’s growl turns into a chuckle.
“Seriously, Izzy? You have me on speaker phone? What if I was planning to whisper all those naughty thoughts into your ear like I did last week? We discussed this. Isaac canneverknow about us.”
Isaac’s laughter is nonexistent. “I swear to god, Ryan. I will ki. . .”
His words are drowned out by Izzy switching off the speaker. “Ryan! I can’t believe you did that.” She sounds breathless, as if she is running. “You have no idea of the dangerous situation you’ve put me in. Now I have to calm the beast.”
I’d be worried about her if she didn’t sound so excited. I don’t know why Isaac has trust issues with Izzy; she’s as smitten by him as they come.
“You’ve got five minutes before Isaac breaks down the bathroom door—get talking,” Izzy warns.
She isn’t joking. I can hear Isaac coercing her out of the bathroom. His tactics are not ones I’d use during a hostage situation. They make my stomach twist and my dick shrink.
“Remember that girl I told you about on your first day at Ravenshoe PD. . .?”
“Savannah,” Izzy fills in, impressing me with her memory.
I bite on my lip to hold my grin. “Yeah. She’s back in town.”
“Ah. . . so that’s the house we’ve been ‘monitoring’ the past month.” I can hear her smile in her words.
My eyes roll skywards. “Yeah, anyway, she said something today that didn’t make any sense. . . until you popped into my mind.”
“Thinking about me on your days off? Maybe I should tell Isaac about the stories you’ve shared the past six months.” She laughs, having no idea my days are being numbered for every second I steal her away from Isaac.
“I wasn’t really thinking about you, more your situation.”
Izzy sighs, faking disappointment.
I shake my head. No wonder why I was attracted to her. Her personality reminds me so much of Savannah.
“Do you still have access to the FBI database?” I ask, attempting to steer our conversation back on track.
This time, Izzy’s sighs for real.
“Alex never saw me as a member of his team when I was an agent. There is no way I’d still have access to their servers,” she replies, sounding annoyed. “Why? Do you think Savannah’s disappearance has something to do with the FBI?”
Even though she can’t see me, I shrug. “Probably not. I just don’t want to leave any stone unturned.”
She hums before suggesting, “You could call Alex and ask him?”
Now it’s my turn to sigh.
