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“Like the last one hinted at death,” Andi said.
Hopkins rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. “As in, they’re going to kill someone?”
“This isn’t just a heist case,” Christian said. “It’s far more deadly.Two women have been killed, but I think he was implying my death in the last note he left.”
“Why? Because you got away with the last heist while he got incarcerated?”
“I told you, I didn’t get away with anything. I walked away before it started.”
“Right.” Hopkins slipped his fingers in his belt loops. “You’re still selling that story.”
Christian bit back the reply he wanted to express. “Because it’s the truth. Now can we please hear the letter. We’re losing time.”
He pulled the envelope out of the bag, took his sweet time opening it, and cleared his voice before reading it. “‘Every time you lose something, you always find it—’”
Christian groaned. “‘The last place you look.’”
Hopkins held his hands up in a please-explain gesture.
“Because once you find it you don’t need to look again,” he explained.
“So they’re headed to the last place you’d look,” Andi said.
“Or...” Christian weighed what he knew about Ethan. “Or it’s the best place I’d look, and he’s trying to throw me off.”
“So this...” Hopkins said, waving the letter, “didn’t help us at all.”
Christian tilted his head. “Maybe not you.” He turned to Andi. “Let’s go.” He really had no idea but couldn’t pass up the chance to raise Hopkins’s blood pressure.
“If you find anything, you better call the Bureau,” Hopkins called after him.
¦¦¦
“Dude, this is getting out of hand,” Casey said.
Cyrus’s muscles coiled. How he longed to snap Casey’s neck, but to his great frustration, he needed the man for one last heist and then he was dead.
“You didn’t have to beat the guards.”
“What I do is my business,” he seethed out.
“Last time I looked, we were in this together.”
So the pawn was getting some boldness.
“Oh, we’re in this together, right up to the end.” Or his end.
Contrary to what Casey thought, or Teresa for that matter, this washisgame and he’d see it through to the end, no matter who he had to take out in the process.
SIXTY-SEVEN
“HOW DID IT GOat Christie’s?” Greyson asked over the phone. It’d been hours, and Christian feared they may not have the answer they sought, but he prayed for God to reveal a definitive location to pursue. After the FBI left, they’d spent a little over an hour with the woman at Christie’s. She was kind, answered all their questions, and graciously let them assess the crime scene. She said the more people trying to catch the thieves, the better.
“After the FBI, including Hopkins, left, we were able to see how the heist was pulled off and the specific items taken.”
“Agent Hopkins?”
“Yeah.”
