They walked into the kitchen, only to see the window completelyreplaced, nothing littering the floor, and the table and chairs only a little scuffed from being thrown around.
“Nice work.” Chris nodded.
Lionel had followed them and looked over the scene with approval. “I only work with the best.” He eyed Jane and gave a grunt. “Get this case solved. I’ll have that task force ready to go soon.”
“I haven’t said I’ll do it,” she said just to needle him.
Her uncle tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile.
Lionel sighed. “She gets this attitude from you. Jane, you won’t be able to help yourself. You’re on his scent now. You need to see him put away. Or at least put down.”
She wished she could argue that, but August Kaminski was a menace. Letting him run rampant while he pulled the strings of the rich and powerful would be nothing but a mistake.
“I’ll think about it,” she conceded, knowing very well she’d jump at the chance to go after Kaminski again with a hundred percent focus.
“You do that.” Lionel rolled his eyes and walked them out the door.
As Jane drove with her uncle, she didn’t protest when he insisted the hour had grown too late to head back to Bainbridge.
She nodded absently, lost in thought, wondering again what Lisa had to tell her about what she might have found.
Eager for more answers, Jane couldn’t wait.
Chapter 21
Wednesday morning,Jane called straight away to Lisa but had to wait since the analyst had been unexpectedly pulled aside by an SSA on a case that took priority.
Frustrated, Jane worked on another of her cases that needed updating. A subpoena and two more surveillance requests took her time.
She also put out a few subtle feelers about anything related to Lionel Gambol.
And came back with a big fat nothing.
No reports of a shooting in his neighborhood or any mention of his work tied to the FBI, let alone any other government agencies. He didn’t seem to exist.
Lionel was beyond scary. She liked that in a boss.
Not that he was in charge of her, not unless she accepted the offer to work on another of his task forces.
He once called himselfFBI Adjacent.Ha. More like FBI-In-Charge without all the red tape and fancy titles. A ghost who could do as he pleased.
If only she had that power.
Like Uncle Chris, a shadow who could vanish in the blink of aneye. He’d disappeared while she’d gone on her run that morning, leaving only a scrap of paper with a helpful warning.Don’t get shot. See you soon.
Chris North, such an inspiration.
To her surprise, the morning continued to pass swiftly, including keeping her boss satisfied.
SSA Grimshaw’s brief meeting with Jane yielded grudging approval. “So, nothing on the home invasions?”
“Not yet. I’m scheduled to talk to our forensics analyst in an hour.” Fifty-eight minutes and counting. “That’s if she doesn’t get pulled aside again.”
“Good. With any luck, we’ll have something new. Anything is better than nothing.” Grimshaw sighed. “Okay, get out. I can see you squirming.”
Jane managed not to grin. “Thanks, boss.”
Grimshaw muttered under her breath as the telephone rang. She growled into the telephone, “Grimshaw. What can I do for you, Minton?” The woman straightened in her seat. “You got him? Where are you?”
