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‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yeah. I know you’re planning something. I know the only thing stopping you from running is one John Portland.’
I sat back, stunned. I don’t know why I was stunned. I mean, if they’d been watching me, then they’d probably know about John.
‘I know you’re still hoping you can get out of this without anyone getting hurt,’ Lindsay added, his voice softening.
‘And let me guess,’ I said evenly. ‘You’re here to tell me I can’t. Right?’
‘I’m here to implore you to do the right thing.’ He patted the gun on his lap – my fucking gun, the one I’d used to kill Murphy and Allie.
Panic began to rise in my throat. ‘Why do you need my gun?’ I asked.
‘Insurance.’ He paused for effect. Insurance for what? ‘That’s all. Go see your little boyfriend. Stay out of trouble.’
With great irritation, I flashed him the skull tattoo on my ring finger. ‘You mean my husband.’
Lindsay snatched up my hand and studied the tattoo. ‘What is this? You guys got matching promise rings?’
I rolled my eyes, holding up my right hand, where my actual wedding band sat. ‘I can’t wear it until the tattoo heals. Apparently gold just doesn’t seal the deal like ink these days.’
Lindsay’s mouth practically hit the floor of the SUV. ‘You’re legally married?’
‘Yeah,’ I replied. ‘Dornan finally decided that he wanted to marry me. I found out when I got to the altar. Aren’t I lucky?’
His expression was grave. ‘You don’t understand what this means for you and me.’
‘Oh come on, Agent Price,’ I said, pursing my lips mockingly. ‘You can’t be jealous, surely.’
His green eyes were ablaze. ‘You do know why he did this, don’t you?’
I shrugged. ‘Entrapment. Control. Paranoia. Or maybe he just really, really loves me.’
Lindsay wet his lips with his tongue, at the same time shaking his head. ‘He married you so you wouldn’t have to testify against him. The FBI is building a case against his father’s cartel. A case that very much hinges on your testimony against these men, Ms Rodriguez. Sorry, Mrs Ross.’
I felt my stomach sinking. ‘Who says I was going to testify?’
‘Your kid,’ Lindsay said pointedly.
He had me, and we both knew it. I’d do anything to protect Luis. I already had, indirectly, when I’d killed Murphy and Allie.
Speaking of.
‘I need to deliver Agent Murphy’s subpoena,’ Lindsay said quietly. ‘Any idea where he might be?’
I narrowed my eyes. ‘No.’ Not unless you count the fact that little pieces of him were probably left over in that crematorium I’d visited again the other day.
Nobody spoke for a long, uncomfortable moment. I watched as cars pulled up to the front entrance of the Wynn and people got out. Regular people, excited to gamble and take in a show and eat way too much at the seafood buffet. People who were oblivious to the seedy underbelly of the world, their masks still firmly over their eyes as reality painted a very different picture.
‘I haven’t had a lot of sleep lately,’ Lindsay said, changing tack. ‘Do you know why?’
I feigned boredom. ‘No, but I bet you’re going to tell me anyway.’
‘I’ve been investigating a murder.’ Great. ‘A young woman.’ Awesome. ‘A fellow federal officer, actually.’
Fuck.
My heart skipped inside my chest. The dominos. They kept falling.
