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“You specifically,” Jack confirmed.
“That bastard,” she hissed.
“Whoever our killer is obviously has his own warped sense of justice,” Jack said. “Snipers always have a kill list. I wonder who else is on it.”
She opened the door and then closed it quickly behind us. We heard the deadbolt click with finality.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“A little,” he said. “There’s more to her than meets the eye.”
“Bad?” I asked. “You think she’s more involved in this than we think?”
“I don’t know. She’s got layers. Maybe Doug can dig something up on her.” He opened the door of the Tahoe for me and helped me in, and then he went around to his side. I saw him look up and down the street before he got in.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“Our FBI friends,” he said. “They must have a tracker on the car. Let’s go home and see what the guys have found out. It’s going to be a long night.”
“You know they’ve already eaten all the food,” I said. “Better stop by and pick something up.”
“You just want tacos,” he said.
“Now that you mention it,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind a snack. You could buy our FBI friends some while you’re at it. It humors me to think of taco droppings falling on their fancy suits.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Every lightin the house was on when we got back home.
“I was surprised they took the tacos,” I told Jack, looking back at the agents who were making themselves at home in our neighbor’s driveway again.
“They must have been hungry,” Jack said.
“You should’ve told them how super helpful they were today when Pickering got his brains blown out on us.”
“Who do you think made the anonymous 911 call?” Jack asked. “The FBI isn’t as exciting as most people think. Every person there is neatly filed into a box, and they don’t perform outside of their function. These guys are just drones. Their only assignment is to follow us around and make sure we’re not communicating with the Carvers. They’ll eventually get called to another assignment when they realize there’s nothing for them here.”
I could hear the television blaring some kind of sports when we walked in and then Doug skidded into the hallway.
“I smelled food,” he said, taking the bags of tacos from Jack’s hands. “We’re starving. Y’all have nothing to eat here.”
“That’s because you keep eating it all,” Jack said.
“I’m growing into my feet,” Doug said. “At least that’s what my mom says. She really appreciates y’all letting me live here by the way.”
When we went into the office Cole was standing in front of the whiteboard in thought and Martinez was reading documents at the conference table. Lily had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the fire. The basketball game was on the TV, but no one was watching it.”
“How’d it go?” Cole asked. “You got Darnell to talk?”
“Didn’t take much,” Jack said. “He’s not meant for a life of crime. Pickering had called him and asked to borrow his car and a hundred bucks. Darnell was just in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong friends.”
“That’s how it usually starts,” Cole said.
“I made a call to Kirby,” Jack said.
“Ballsy,” Martinez said. “I like it. What’d he say?”
“Super helpful in his narcissism,” Jack said. “He’s suspicious of Jasmine Taylor. He was happy to cast shade her way. And of course, he’s heard on the news about all the terrible things Sowers was involved in. But he’s willing to meet with us in the morning and help however he can.”
