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“Right.”
“You know she doesn’t like to be left out of the loop.”
“And you know I don’t like to make her fret unnecessarily. Having two siblings in law enforcement is enough of a stressor.”
“I played it down.”
“Didn’t sound like it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re trying to avoid talking about Davis.”
Drat. He’d seen through her ploy.
“There’s nothing to talk about. By the way, did you know Cara’s thinking about trying to barbecue again for our next Sunday get-together at her place?” If the prospect of another tooth-breaking meal didn’t distract her food-loving brother, nothing would.
He straightened up. “Did she tell you that?”
Mission accomplished.
“Yes.”
“We have to convince her to stick with omelets.”
The elevator swooshed open, and Bri backed away. “I tried. Your turn. Gotta run.”
She escaped inside, pressed the first-floor button, and fluttered her fingers at Jack as the doors slid closed.
Brothers.
One of these days, she was going to have to have a long talk with him about his overzealous interest in her love life. Remind him that the situation with Travis notwithstanding, she was a grown woman and didn’t need his help screening her potential dates. Nor did she appreciate his intrusion into her personal affairs.
What she did appreciate were his efforts to check with his airline and rental car contacts about Travis, and his offer to have the local cops see if they could spot the man’s car. If it was there, and his name hadn’t shown up on any carrier databases including rental car companies, odds were he was in Idaho.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and she exited as soon as the doors opened, psyching herself up for the fire scene investigation awaiting her on this Wednesday afternoon. A chore that could stretch into the night.
But it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do with her evening. She’d been the one who asked for the two-week delay on dating, after all, so unless there was a new development in the Kavanaugh case, it would be ten days until she saw Marc.
Unfortunately, new developments at this point seemed doubtful.
Sarge had her pegged, however. While she’d back-burner the case going forward during her official working hours, she wasn’t going to let it go.
In the end, maybe it would remain unsolved, like the one that had claimed the lives of Marc’s parents and refused to yield its secrets despite his diligent efforts to uncover them. Perhaps the links in Les’s list would never be found, either.
Yet as she stepped into the gusty wind whipping about under menacing skies, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the connection she needed was tantalizingly close. That she was one elusive break away from cracking the code and nailing the culprit not only in Les’s death but also in the other cases on his list.
An image of James Wallace’s haggard, grief-stricken face strobed through her mind, the conviction in his voice as he tried to convince them his daughter’s death hadn’t been an accident echoing in her ears.
Justice hadn’t been served in that case. She knew that in her bones. Nor had it been served in Les’s case, or likely in all the others.
And as she hurried toward her car, dodging the raindrops beginning to fall, she vowed that somehow, some way, she would find out who the final set of initials and date belonged to. And once she did, she’d do her best to discover the link that had eluded Les and track down the person who had destroyed countless lives.
No matter how much personal time she had to invest.
“YOU’RE VERY PREOCCUPIEDTONIGHT, SWEETIE.What did you do all day while I was at work?”
Marcia’s petulant question registered as background noise, but Travis kept playing with his phone. Maybe if he ignored her, she’d go back to stacking the dishwasher.
While his lodging arrangement had been a godsend at the beginning, allowing him an off-the-radar place to stay, it was getting old.
