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Jenkins shifted her gaze to Trey, eyebrows raised.
“How would you like a hot shower and some hot food?” Trey asked.
“A hot shower sounds like heaven on earth, but what about your son?”
“Look,” Trey said. “Obviously my son is confused because of the abduction. Forcing him away from you right now will only upset him further, agreed?”
She glanced down at Jason and shrugged. “Yeah, that seems to be the situation.”
“Come with us back to our home. Jason will likely fall asleep on the ride. I can put him to bed, you can have that hot shower, something to eat, and I’ll see that you get home.”
Jenkins shook her head. “Sorry, Mr. Wentworth, but I’m a rookie. My lieutenant isn’t happy, and missing a shift won’t look good on my record.”
“Of course I’ll compensate you for your time. What about a thousand dollars?”
Her startlingly blue eyes widened again. “A thousand dollars?”
“Two? I’m not sure what’s appropriate for your daily wages.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I assure you I’m not. In fact, since we still have the ransom money, I can give you cash right now.”
She stared at him for a long moment. So long he was tempted to look away.
“You don’t have to pay me,” she said finally, a disgusted note in her voice.
He’d insulted her. He hadn’t given the offer much thought, but the woman had saved his son’s life. Of course he’d have to reward her somehow.
“Please,” Trey said. “My son has been through a great deal of turmoil in the last year. All I’m asking is you help me get him home where he’ll feel safe without traumatizing him more.”
She nodded, her jaw set, as if she was about to be tortured. “Okay. Anything to get out of this meat locker.”
“Thank you,” Trey said. He turned to Ballard. “I assume we’re free to go.”
Ballard hesitated, but shrugged. “Yeah, okay. We’ll be in touch.”
“Oh, I just bet you will,” Trey said.
Trey caught a flash of annoyance in Ballard’s eyes, but the agent said, “We’ll find Jason’s kidnappers, Mr. Wentworth. You can count on it.”
“I’m not counting on anything,” Trey replied. “And I’m hiring my own security team to protect my son.”
“That’s your right,” Ballard said, and turned toward the female cop. “Officer Jenkins, I understand why Mr. Wentworth wants to get Jason settled first, but we need you to work with a sketch artist to get a likeness of the kidnappers. And you’ll need to look at a photo lineup to see if either of them has been arrested.”
“I’ll come back after my shift,” she said.
“Not good enough.” Ballard shook his head. “The sooner the better. You know that.”
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Please watch your language around Jason,” Trey said. The woman had a sewer mouth.
She rolled her eyes, but glanced at Jason whose arms remained locked around her neck. “Sorry.”
“What about if we send the artist to Wentworth Villa?” Ballard asked. “The quicker we get the sketch out to the public, the sooner we’ll apprehend Jason’s kidnappers. It’s possible they could leave the area.”
“Sure, whatever,” Trey said. “But right now we’re leaving.” He jerked open the door. “After you, Officer Jenkins.”
* * *
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. Pissed—and thanks to the kid, she couldn’t even curse out loud—Kelly stomped through the open door, refusing to look at Wentworth. The jerk wasn’t the least appreciative of law enforcement’s efforts to help his son. He insulted her and the FBI at every opportunity. Typical.
She was glad to escape the arctic room, but the last thing she wanted to do was accompany this kid, who weighed a ton, and his arrogant father anywhere. How had this happened to her? She had an interesting assignment today paired with Sergeant Rudy McFadden, who could teach her a lot. She’d been looking forward to backing him up during patrol.
Instead she was on her way to a rich man’s home to do his bidding. She’d managed to remember a few details associated with the Wentworth name. Billionaires, snooty old money. Trey Wentworth, the playboy heir who spent all his time partying, had tried to throw some of that money at her. He thought he could buy her.
