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“Don’t toy with me, Heston.” Ayden was talking through gritted teeth now, much to Vincent’s satisfaction. “You know full well what cocaine I’m talking about. The two keys your DEA buddy carried out of that vault yesterday.”
“Hmm, I never thought about where he might put it. I’ll have to ask him.”
“Tell me where to find him. I’ll ask him,” Ayden said, enraged.
Vincent laughed and gave him Samuel’s home address.
Pendale, Texas
While they were stillin Stockdale, Ridge had told Raven what happened at the house. He didn’t want her to be too shocked when they got home. All he wanted to do was take her upstairs to their bedroom and wrap her in his arms, thankful she was still with him and that the man’s threats hadn’t come to pass. But he knew that wasn’t to be, not tonight. Proving him correct, as they drove up to their house, they were greeted by a barrage of black SUVs, police cars, and even a fire truck.
Raven looked at Ridge as they got out of the car and said, “How many people did Corbett shoot?”
Ridge knew it was a rhetorical question, so instead of answering, he smiled and put his arm around her. He was so damn happy she was okay that it made him not really care about the rest of it.
They were stopped at the front door by a state police officer, but Corbett saw them and waved at the police officer to let them in. Almost immediately, Ridge was taken to the back bedroom by a detective for questioning. Corbett’s superiors, Lewis and Gomez, were there as well and followed Ridge in. Corbett was told to stay put on the couch until they got back.
Ridge didn’t want to leave Raven, but he knew he had no choice.
At least she’s okay. That’s all that matters, he reminded himself.
Raven didn’t know how to feel. She was still processing everything, trying to put all the pieces together. It appeared someone had meant to kidnap or kill her tonight. Who or why, the cops had no idea, but her gut told her it had something to do with Hank. She wished she was wrong, that her brother was in Mexico somewhere safe and sound, living the dream, but she couldn’t shake away the knot in her stomach.
But she hadn’t been the only one targeted. Ridge had almost been killed as well. If there was any silver lining to the day, it was that he was okay.
Raven sat down next to Corbett on the couch. “Thank you for saving Ridge’s life today.”
Corbett shrugged. “He could’ve handled it. I just happened to be here.”
“Brave and modest,” Raven said. “It must be in the water around here.”
He grinned and asked, “How did it go with the sketch artist?”
“Good,” she said. “It looked just like him when the guy was finished with it. I was impressed. What are they going to do with it?”
“They’ll release it as a person of interest and ask anyone who has seen him to call in,” he told her.
“Hey, speaking of persons of interest, did you hear the news about Naomi Ward?”
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s a bunch of crap.”
“Good,” she said. “I like her.”
“Me too,” he confessed automatically, surprising her and himself.
“DEA Agency Corpus Christi,this is Sue. How can I help you?”
Sue, the agency’s receptionist, listened to what the caller had to say, and then she asked the person to hold while she routed the call through to her supervisor. Agent Gomez answered on the first ring. She told him what the caller had said and that she was patching the call through.
“This isSpecial Agent in Charge Gomez. Can I help you?”
Sue had just patched a call through to his cell phone. Currently, he was standing in the living room of Ridge’s house beside Raven and Corbett. Ridge was still being questioned, but Gomez had stepped out to take the call as soon as his phone had started vibrating.
“Yeah, um... I told the lady already. My name is Matt Wilson. I work over at the Super 8 in Stockdale. I was watching TV, and they had this special report thing about a guy y’all were looking for. That guy, the one in the picture, he’s staying here at the hotel. At least I’m pretty sure it’s him. Kind of a weird dude. Checked in with a lady, and a few days later, she totally disappeared. Did he kill her?”
“Although I sincerely appreciate you calling, Matt, I’m afraid that I can’t give out information in an ongoing investigation. Can you tell me what room he is in?”
“Yeah, he’s in 302. Weird dude.”
