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Trey shook his head. “He keeps asking where his mother is, when she’ll be home.”
“I’ll also need Hans to swing by my apartment and wait while I pack, but I’ll get there as quickly as I can.”
“Is that wise? You said the kidnappers know where you live.”
“The FBI has my apartment under surveillance.”
Trey snorted. “For all the good that will do.”
“I doubt the bad guys will go anywhere near the place now. And I need uniforms, clothing.”
“Right.” Sick of feeling helpless, Trey ran a hand through his hair. What could he do? He should be able to protect Officer Jenkins.
“Please be careful,” he said.
“I’m a cop. I’m always careful. But warn Hans just in case, okay?”
“Don’t worry about Hans. The man is ex-military. Nothing rattles him.”
“Still, he should know there’s a bull’s-eye on my back.”
And that target that had been planted there because she’d rescued his son. No question he owed her. “I’ll tell him.”
“Good. Listen, I’ve got to get back. Make sure Hans is here at six. I’ll be waiting at the back entrance.”
Trey immediately placed a call to the Protection Alliance, the security company he’d contracted to guard his son. Hans was a good man—trained in martial arts and more bodyguard than chauffeur—but Trey wanted one of PA’s people to accompany Hans when he picked up Kelly. He didn’t want to take any chances with Kelly’s life. His son needed her right now, and that meant he did, too.
After he explained the situation, Lola, PA’s office manager, promised to have another operative available within the hour to take the place of the one who accompanied Hans to get Kelly.
“Sounds like the bad guys want to eliminate a witness who can identify them,” Lola said.
“Is there any way you can have one of your people protect her while she’s on the job?” Trey asked.
“Isn’t she a cop?”
“Yeah, a rookie.”
“That would be tricky. Even a rookie would pick up a tail, and my operative would have the whole department on his ass.”
“What if I clear it with Officer Jenkins’s boss?”
Lola laughed, a throaty sound. “Yeah, you do that.”
Trey disconnected, his thoughts darting a thousand directions. The kidnappers had found Kelly and had tried to eliminate her. Did that mean they planned to make another attempt to snatch Jason? What else could he do?
His father wanted them to relocate back to Manhattan. Much as he hated that plan, maybe it was time to give a move serious consideration. Surely the kidnappers wouldn’t follow them, and he could get that second opinion on Jason’s condition without hurting Donna’s feelings.
But moving would mean tearing Jason away from Kelly Jenkins. Unless—was there any way he could convince her to go with them? Strangely, the thought of having her along didn’t seem quite as abhorrent as it had twenty-four hours ago.
But no. There was no way Kelly would ever consider accompanying him to New York, so Jason would lose his mother again.
Trey went to find Hans. His security team needed to know the stakes had just been upped.
* * *
KELLY WANTED TO wait for her sergeant. She really did. If Rudy McFadden needed to speak to her, she wanted to speak to him. He likely wanted to counsel her about her attendance, although she’d seen him around 5:00 p.m. when all units had converged on a call, and he hadn’t said a word about needing a conversation.
He was now hung up on a different incident, a domestic with about ten priors, and he might not return to the station for hours. She sent him a text and pushed out the back door. She’d talk to him tomorrow.
Wentworth’s limousine slid beside Kelly the second she entered the parking lot. Hans nodded at her through the windshield just as the limo’s back door swung open.
She blinked. How had he managed that? Some special billionaire remote control function? Kelly climbed inside and almost into the lap of another man.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded. She’d seen him before, talking to Wentworth on the pool deck last night.
“Scott,” he replied. “Your new bodyguard.”
