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“Drink your chai latte.”
I stuck to the speed limit as we headed toward the FBI office. She sipped her drink, and moaned.
I gritted my teeth. That sound. I wanted to do other things that made her make that sound.
“Do you know who attacked you?” I asked.
“No. I couldn’t really ask questions while someone was shooting at me.”
“Do you know why he attacked you?”
The tiniest pause. “No.”
My internal lie detector had been finely tuned from the time I was a kid. “London.”
“It’s Agent Coleman.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not discussing the investigation with you.”
“The attack was related to your investigation.” That stirred my anger. Someone had targeted her.
I pulled up into the parking lot at the front of the FBI office building. There was a large black fence around the building and a security gatehouse.
“I’m not discussing it, because you’re a part of the investigation.”
Anger speared through me. “I’m not a criminal, London.” I hit the steering wheel.
“I need to prove that, Kavner. Beyond a doubt. I…” She looked through the windshield. “I had my life torn apart because a charming wealthy man lured my very weak father into committing fraud.”
She met my gaze, and I saw old, twisted pain.
The kind of pain that stayed with you for the rest of your life. I saw the same in my own eyes some days.
“Don’t confuse me for some other asshole.”
She held my gaze for a long beat. “Thanks for the ride and my latte.”
I watched her walk toward the security gatehouse. A second later, I saw Reath’s man standing by a car in the parking lot of the neighboring building. I nodded and he lifted his chin.
At least I knew she was safe. For the moment.
15
LONDON
“Ineed the next set of files from the auction house, Toby.” I shuffled some papers, frustration riding every nerve.
All I was finding was a lot of dead ends.
Keegan had come through. Toby and Amy had gotten all the sales records from Brennans. The entire task force was poring over them.
“Here.” Toby rose and handed me a sheaf of papers. “I emailed you the digital copies, too.”
I blew out a breath. I’d had too much coffee, and was running on nervous energy. “Thanks.”
“You sure you’re okay?” He eyed the side of my face.
“Yes. Thanks.”
I headed to my office. That was a little lie. A lie I was trying to turn into the truth.
