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“Whoever was tracking me knows exactly where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. It looks high-end. I’ve bagged it—I’ll leave it in Tommy’s top desk drawer if you want to pick it up tomorrow. You should check your car, personal and work.”
“We’re clean,” he said, “we regularly go over the vehicles because of witness transport. But I’ll have them do a deeper sweep, just in case. Do you think Tommy’s house is bugged?”
“No—I invested in a little bit of spyware this afternoon, swept the place. Nothing in his den or bedroom. I doubt they bugged any other rooms.”
“You’re going after Grant?” Charlie asked.
“Yes. I’ve researched likely hidey-holes. Two places are high on my list—I’ll send you my itinerary when I know exactly where I’m headed and when, but I’m going to leave before dawn. Both are out of state.”
“Do you want company?”
“Thanks, but I need to do this myself. Grant isn’t going to talk to anyone but me. He’ll tell me the truth when I find him.” If he tried to lie or obfuscate, she would bring him in, even against his will.
“Keep in touch, or I’m sending in the cavalry.”
“Thanks, Charlie.”
She ended the call and finished making her dinner. She wanted to leave by four in the morning, which meant getting to bed early.
She had two places in mind.
Grant’s family owned a second home near Olivebridge, in New York’s Catskills. It was a good five-, six-hour drive, but it was very private. Grant’s parents bought it when he was in high school, and she and Grant had spent at least one weekend a year there, sometimes more. Chase had loved running through the woods or hiking to the lake. In the winter they skied and built snowmen. They roasted marshmallows and barbecued steak and played board games every night. It was a wonderful place with good memories.
The other possibility Regan considered was another Warwick house—this one on Lake Champlain and owned by a family trust. Grant’s grandparents put all their children and grandchildren on the trust, and the family agreed to never use the place as a vacation rental—only family and friends could stay there. Grant loved it there because some of his best childhood memories were on that lake.
If Regan wanted to disappear or lie low for a while, she’d opt for the Catskills. It was more remote, no direct line of sight to any of their neighbors from the house. Also, given the two locales, that one was safer, with more ways to get out. While the benefit of Lake Champlain was that it was closer to the Canadian border with multiple ways to cross, there were more people in the immediate area and the lake house was visible to multiple neighbors. Being spring, there would be a lot of activity at the lake.
Nope, she put her money on the Catskills. If Grant wasn’t there, she’d head up to Lake Champlain. But she didn’t think she’d have to.
Regan ate, cleaned up the kitchen, then called Terri and told her she’d be gone for the next day or two. Terri informed her that the memorial service would be Thursday evening, if that was acceptable to Regan. Of course it was—she would stay for it. And, hopefully, have found justice.
Her cell phone rang as she prepared her overnight bag. It was her dad.
She winced. She’d promised to keep him in the loop, but hadn’t called him.
“Hi, Dad.”
“You didn’t tell me there was an APB out for Grant. That he’s wanted for questioning in a murder.”
“Word travels fast.”
“What is going on, Regan? Don’t sugarcoat it.”
“Grant’s girlfriend was stabbed to death. Grant’s on the run. But he didn’t kill her.”
“Why is he running?”
“My guess? He thinks he’s next. So do I. I’m going to find him, bring him in.”
“You’re too close to the case. Can’t Charlie do it?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and realized she was going to have to tell her father everything.
“Dad, I have a lot to tell you.”
She went through everything she knew—Tommy’s investigation into the Potomac Bank robbery, her conversation with Grey and his ridiculous Twenty Questions game that confirmed that Grant had been Hannigan’s target—and that Hannigan had been hired to kill him. She even shared her theory that Franklin Archer knew who wanted Grant dead.
“And, Dad? He may have known before.”
