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“That worked out well for you,” Red snorted as he watched me buckle Sarah into her seat. Hell, if I knew she was going to panic and then pass out, I would have just sedated her.
“It’s not like I knew this was going to happen.”
“And what exactly did you think she would do when she started clawing at the seats? Man, you really misread the situation.”
“We need her,” I insisted.
He looked at me with those knowing eyes. “Do we really?”
“Oh, like you have room to talk. You got us all involved in Zoe’s screenplays. You had us all over for dinner at her mother’s house. Hell, Cotton is practically part of our lives on a daily basis!”
“And I’ve given into the fact that my life is better with Zoe in it. You should do the same instead of making excuses. Right, Kavanaugh?”
He looked up from his magazine, raising his eyebrows in question. “What? Sorry, I stopped paying attention after she passed out.”
“You’re a dick,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “You’re the one that wanted this to happen.”
“For a night,” he said slowly. “I didn’t intend for you to follow her to Chicago and get her involved in this.”
“I didn’t follow her. We just happen to be going to the same place.”
“And she just happened to be in that building?” he asked. “Doesn’t that seem suspicious, especially after you knew she stole your wallet?”
“Hey,” I pointed a finger at him. “I fucking told you that would happen. If anything, this is all your fault.”
He snorted, flicking his magazine open again. “Who took her to his hotel? Who passed out and didn’t keep an eye on her?” He closed the magazine, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned forward. “Who insisted on bringing her on this plane?” He leaned back again and opened his magazine. “If she’s involved, you only have yourself to blame.”
“Involved in what? You think she somehow found me in a different city, slept with me, stole my wallet, then had her boss call Cash for protection, then had some psycho strap a bomb to her…all in the attempts of achieving what?”
Kavanaugh nodded. “That’s the question.”
Red glanced her way, then leaned forward. “Do you think this has to do with Rafe?”
“In what way?” I asked incredulously.
He shrugged. “No one ever knows until his plans play out. Look at Liberty. Hell, look at Asher. That job destroyed his life.”
And while that was true, I just couldn’t see Sarah as some pawn in Rafe’s game. “If that were true, you’d have to show me how any of this is related to The Syndicate. Until then, this is all a terrible coincidence.”
IRIS came stomping down the aisle, plopping down in the seat next to me. “You and I have to talk,” he sighed.
“About what?”
“Well…” He glanced over at Sarah, who was still passed out. “This chick…what exactly do you know about her?”
“Here we go,” Kavanaugh grinned. “Looks like I’m not the only one with suspicions.”
“She’s just a woman I slept with,” I spit out. “Don’t tell me you’re buying into this whole crap about her being involved.”
“Just think about it,” he said, shifting in his seat. “Have you ever seen someone so calm when strapped to a bomb? And then the very wire that triggered the bomb was pulled when you tackled her to the ground? That has to be some kind of fucked up fate.”
“Precisely. It is fucked up. And so she has a terrible reaction to being strapped to a bomb. Who wouldn’t?”
“She was asking what the different parts of the bomb did,” he hissed. “I’ve never seen someone so calm when they knew they were about to blow up. Well, aside from Rae, but she’s a different can of worms.”
“I wouldn’t let her hear you refer to her as worms,” Red grinned.
“My point is…” He glanced behind him at Sarah again. “I think we need to do a little digging into this woman.”
