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“It’s already in the works. Joint operation with the FBI.”
“Did they find the mole?”
“No—Lillian knows when it happened, but it was from a dummy terminal not assigned to any agent. But she said she can find the culprit, and I’m going to trust her on this.”
“Franklin Archer,” she said.
“You think he’s behind this?”
“I had a feeling that he was scared when I talked to him yesterday. I didn’t tip my hand, but I asked some pointed questions. He doesn’t have the balls to kill anyone, but he could have reported to someone who does.”
“I’ll get a warrant and bring him in.”
“Good luck—he is a lawyer. My gut feeling isn’t going to be enough for a judge.”
“I’ll find something. And Lillian is a damn good bureaucrat who knows the laws inside and out—she’ll think of cause if I can’t.”
“Wow, you andLillianhave really become besties, haven’t you?”
He ignored her. “You should be in protective custody.”
She shook her head. He didn’t argue with her.
Charlie took her hand. “You know, Regan, you’ve always been the rock of the office. But this case is different.”
“I don’t know the truth, but Ineedto know it. I have to find Grant. He’s the key to all of this.”
“You know where he is.” It was a statement.
“I have a good guess. And I’m going alone—I know that’s your next ask. He’ll talk to me because we have history. I bring in the cavalry, he’ll clam up, get defensive, and this won’t end soon. Tommy was killed because he hadproof. He had something tangible, a piece of evidence. It can’t just be what Jenna knows about the safe deposit boxes, or that Becca had worked for Legacy CPA or was seen with Chad Rockford. That’s all circumstantial. Maybe enough to open an investigation, maybe not. I think he had something that would compel the Marshals to open the case—and I think it’s something Grant gave him. Files from the law firm, a money trail, accounts, I don’t know. Butsomethingthat told Tommy now was the time to push. Grant could have been planning to blow the whistle—or turn state’s evidence. Maybe—just guessing here—Tommy was going to put Grant into WitSec.”
As she said it, she believed she was right about most of it. She continued. “Information might be missing, but Grant knows what it is.”
“You need to be careful with him.”
She did. But not for the reasons Charlie’s tone implied.
He said, “Did you hear Arlington PD put out an APB for him? They have an arrest warrant—or will have one first thing in the morning.”
“I’m surprised it took so long.”
“I avoided Detective Quincy’s calls this afternoon.”
“Me, too.” She smiled at him, picked up the mugs, put them in the sink. “I’m going to sleep for a couple hours, then leave.”
“I’m staying.” He walked back to the sink, picked up the mug he’d been using, and poured himself another cup of coffee.
“You don’t—” Then she stopped. “Thank you, Charlie.”
“You’d do the same for me.”
Forty-One
Regan left Reston at eight in the morning and arrived at the Warwick family vacation house outside Olivebridge, New York, nearly eight hours later. A stop for gas and food then an accident outside Philly had delayed her.
She drove up to the two-story house—three stories if you counted the garage and storage room that took up the ground floor—off Lower Sahler Mill Road at four Saturday afternoon. If she was wrong, she’d wasted a day driving. Either way, she’d stay here tonight; after her busy night and broken sleep, she was too tired to make the drive back or tackle the five-hour drive to Lake Champlain, especially when she had increasing doubts that Grant would have gone there.
She parked Tommy’s truck—which she had thoroughly checked for a tracking device, and it was clean—in front of the closed garage and looked out into the woods that surrounded most of the house. From the deck they’d have a view of more trees, an endless landscape of green that was even more stunning in the fall when the leaves changed into glorious colors. A bubbling creek right out of a storybook ran year-round, visible only from the deck. With her engine off, she could hear the fresh water flow. It was now suitable for easy rafting and in the summer it would be only ankle deep, but it was always moving.
