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“He didn’t have time. We took them both by surprise. He was in the kitchen.”
“I doubt he had blood on him when you took him, all peaceful-like.” I should ask about Chrissy, but I didn’t. “What was he doing in there?”
“What?”
“What was he doing in there?”
The answer came from Wilson, who sounded as if he was leaning against the wall behind us. “He was cooking eggs.”
Eggs.
He was making food.
“Who else was in the house?”
Bright made a growling sound.
Wilson answered, almost sounding bored. “Him. The driver, who we’re still identifying. And Chrissy Hayes.”
This told me three more things. One: Wilson was not alarmed. He would’ve been, if their heads were on the chopping block. Two: that meant they were safe, but Bright was frustrated. She didn’t want me to ask these questions, and she didn’t want to give me the answers. And finally, Wilson was answering, so that meant either Wilson was doing a damn good job at playing the good cop or they were ordered to give me information.
They needed me.
That’s the only scenario that could be at play here.
That gave me cards to play. That gave me some power.
Now I asked, because I needed to, “Where’s Chrissy?”
Bright answered this one, her features softening. “She’s in medical. Once she’s cleared, and we get her statement, she can be reunited with her daughter.”
My teeth ground together.
Her pity told me she felt bad for Chrissy, which meant Chrissy hadn’t been in good shape when they found her.
“I’m assuming she’s been questioned.” I peered more directly at Bright. “What was her state?”
Bright hesitated. “She doesn’t remember a lot, and the psych doctor advised against pushing her. As for physical, she’d lost weight. She’d been traumatized, but she was coherent when we found her. She could walk and talk.” Another hesitation. Her eyebrows pinched. She flattened her lips together before she nodded at my twin. “She wasn’t scared of him.”
I looked toward him, and his head had raised. It wasn’t all the way up, but it was halfway up. He was listening.
He shouldn’t be able to hear us.
My eyes narrowed back at Bright. “How do you know?”
“There was an incident. We were taking him out and had to pause because a van was going down the street. We held himback. Word did not get communicated to her team and they brought her down the stairs from where they were keeping her. They looked at each other, and her handlers said she didn’t react.”
“Was she in shock? She didn’t know what she was seeing.”
“No. She said his name.”
His name?
I wanted to ask, but I didn’t.
“There was no fear. Her body didn’t lock up. One agent had been holding her pulse, it was just habit, and he said there was no spike. How she said his name, it was as if she was worried about him.”
I turned to inspect my twin once more.
