have a little more flexibility. Not sure where we might end up. That is if you aren’t planning to use it.”
“I don’t have anything planned. But keep me posted, and if you need help, call me.”
“Will do.”
Chase headed for his office. So far the cops hadn’t shown up, and it looked like they weren’t going to. Reporting the incident without any info or even a plate number on the vehicle wouldn’t do jack, so it didn’t really matter.
“You own a plane?” Jessie asked.
“Technically, it’s Chase’s, but my brothers and I all share it. We don’t know where this thing with your father is headed. With the plane, we’ll be able to move around more easily, depending on what we find out.”
“That sounds good. When are we leaving?”
“First thing in the morning. I’ve got a couple of loose ends I need to take care of before we go.”
“I took a taxi straight here from the airport when I realized those guys were following me. I need to find a hotel to spend the night.”
Bran felt a trace of amusement. “You won’t be needing a hotel room, Jessie. You’ll be staying at my place tonight. You’re Danny’s sister. From the moment you walked through that door until this is over, you’re under my protection.”
She blinked. “Wait a minute. I’m not sure what I expected when I came here—your help clearing my father’s name, for sure. But I certainly wasn’t expecting you to act as my bodyguard.”
“Until today, you didn’t know you needed one. Now you do.”
She looked as if she might argue, but since he was right, she stayed silent.
Bran closed the laptop on his desk and shoved it into its black neoprene sleeve. “Ready to go?” he asked.
“What if they’re watching?”
Bran flicked a glance toward the rear entrance leading to the parking lot. “I hope they are. Better for everyone if they know you’re no longer here.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry. We’ll lose them long before we get anywhere near my condo. Let’s go.”
* * *
Jessie stepped back as Bran grabbed the handle of her carry-on and started for the back door, stopping several times to speak to one of his colleagues. They were all good-looking people, and amazingly fit; even the receptionist up front was a pretty brunette with a sunny disposition. Another woman walked toward her, a stunning blonde who looked to be in great physical condition.
“You don’t have to worry,” the blonde woman said. “Bran won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Jessie, this is Lissa Blayne,” Bran said. “Former police detective, currently a private investigator.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Jessie said. “I’m just hoping Brandon can help me clear my father’s name.”
Lissa smiled. “If anyone can, it’s Bran.”
Jessie didn’t mention the theft of the chemical weapons or that they would be trying to find them before something terrible happened. She figured the fewer people who knew, the better.
Bran nudged her forward and they started moving again, her carry-on rolling along in his wake. He paused at the back door and handed over the bag. “You take it from here. I need to keep my hands free.”
Remembering the gunfire that had erupted only a short time ago, she felt a rush of nerves. “All right.”
“Stay here till I check things out.”
She nodded. Bran pulled the door open enough to scope out the parking lot, then stepped outside. He wasn’t gone long before she heard the rumble of a car engine starting, pulling to a halt outside the door.
A moment later the door swung open again. “Let’s go.”
Pulling the carry-on behind her, Jessie followed Bran out to where a black Jeep Wrangler idled in the lot. He helped her into the passenger seat and closed the door, rounded the vehicle, and slid in behind the wheel. He pulled into the street more slowly than she would have expected.
“Did you see anyone?”
Bran shook his head. “No sign of them. They might pick us up later, but I’m thinking you were right. They were sending you a warning.”
“You mean like, this is what’s going to happen to you if you keep asking questions?”
“Yeah, that’s about it.” He started driving, constantly checking the rearview mirror, the side mirrors, his head swiveling right to left, left to right as he swept the area around them.
He turned the Jeep at the corner, pulled into the left lane, turned another corner, pulled into the right lane, sped up, slowed down, shot through traffic and drove through parking lots, turned into alleys, and gunned through yellow lights.