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“Exactly.” Harris sighed. “I told her I wouldn’t report him if she told me where he was. Even said I could bring the truck back. But it didn’t work. She said she didn’t know.”
“Do you believe her?”
“I don’t know.” Harris turned and walked back toward the car. Thank God they had streetlamps to light the way. “She might not. Then again, she probably has a few guesses. Didn’t share them with me, though. But she has my information. If he doesn’t come back in a day or two, she might get desperate. We’ll just have to wait it out.”
“What now?”
“I see two options. We either stake out the jewelry store, or we go back through the flash drive and try to find a new lead.” Harris’s phone rang from her pocket. When she pulled it out, she stopped dead in her tracks. Then looked up at Cassie, worry on her face. “It’s Clementine.”
Cassie opened her mouth to respond, but she felt her own phone vibrating in her purse. When she pulled it out, she showed it to the detective. “Jason.”
They exchanged a look. Neither one of them wanted to say what was on their mind.
Something must’ve happened back in Savannah.
12
Cassie sucked in a deep breath of ice-cold air. Holding it there, she let it burn her lungs and clear her mind. She still got nervous every time Jason called her—every time they talked was another opportunity for him to decide she was too complicated to deal with.
But she couldn’t keep running away, either. “Hey.”
“Hi.” There was a smile in his voice. “How are you? What have you been up to?”
It felt like weeks had passed since the last time they talked. Had it really just been earlier that day? Cassie looked over at Harris, whose brow was furrowed in concentration as she talked to the Chief of Police.
“So much.” She laughed. “We went to the address Adelaide found on the flash drive. It was a jewelry store. Probably a front for a money laundering scheme. Two guys showed up. Well, kind of. One was a kid. They got away, but I snapped a picture of the license plate.” Cassie left out the part where the kid had laid her out on the sidewalk. “It was for a moving company. Turns out the truck had been stolen, probably by this woman’s son, and she won’t tell us where he is.”
“Wow.” Jason laughed, and Cassie could tell he was still trying to take it all in. “How are you holding up?”
“Good.” She shrugged her shoulders, even though he couldn’t see her. “Fine. I don’t know. This whole thing is a mess.”
“Well, it’s about to get a lot messier.”
“Really? Why?”
“I may or may not have been keeping my eye out for news about the whole situation.”
Cassie frowned. “Please don’t feel like you have to—”
“I keep an eye out for you because I care.” Pausing, he let the words sink in. Cassie blushed in response, and he continued. “But I can’t say I’m not also interested. Call it professional curiosity.”
“Professional?” She chuckled. “I didn’t know being a museum security guard meant helping your psychic coworker solve her best friend’s murder.”
“I think we both know we’re more than just coworkers at this point.” Jason’s voice held humor and heat in equal measure, and Cassie’s blush deepened. “Besides, once upon a time, I was more than just a security guard.”
“Right.” Cassie still didn’t know much about when he was an MP, but it didn’t seem like the right moment to dig deeper into his past. “Well, I’m also curious. Did you find something? About David?”
“Not exactly.” He sounded as though he didn’t want to break the news to her. “More like something happened with Randall Sherman, the accountant.”
“Something happened with him? You mean to his dead body?”
“Okay, well, not him.” Now Jason sounded flustered. “His wife. Someone broke into her house.”
“Why? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know why. Best guess is that someone thinks she knows something.”
“Aguilar must’ve sent his men after her. Maybe he thinks she knows something.” Cassie had filled Jason in on everything. Not only did she trust him, but she knew he’d be able to help. “What happened?”
