Dreaming Death (Krewe of Hunters #32) - Heather Graham Page 0,56

ma’am,” Keenan said politely.

“This is our home. How dare you come here! My husband is overworked, and that silly woman wanted a picture...and... She has caused enough trouble in this town. I’d like you to leave my house. Immediately,” Sandra said indignantly.

Stacey believed that Sandra Smith had hated Billie Bingham and might even be glad that she was dead. She wasn’t sure that Sandra believed that her husband was all innocence when it came to the woman.

“We are sorry to bother you—” said Keenan.

He didn’t finish.

The congressman, now in jeans and a T-shirt, came out of the same doorway, obviously concerned about the ruckus going on in his foyer.

He, too, stopped in his tracks seeing the two of them there.

Then he grew angry. “What the hell are you two doing in my home?” he demanded. “Anika!”

“I thought they were Chinese food!” the young woman cried.

“I’m so sorry, Congressman Smith,” Keenan said. “We’ve had a report that puts some of the information you gave us into a bit of confusion. We’d like just a few more questions with you, just to clear things up.”

As Keenan spoke, Stacey saw that Smith’s line of vision left Keenan’s face; he glanced quickly—and worriedly—at his wife.

“Colin, this is just—” Sandra began.

He rallied quickly. “Sandra, that woman was a thorn in my side from the second she asked for a picture,” Smith said. He hurried across the room, clearly with the intention of confronting Keenan, but then backed away a step. The congressman seemed uncomfortable with having to crane his neck to look into Keenan’s face.

There was something inherently intimidating about Keenan’s height, Stacey thought.

But Smith had to keep up a gruff front.

“You have more questions?” he demanded. “You really want to clear this up? Then, fine—I want done with it. Really done with it. Let’s go in to your headquarters. I’ll answer questions all night if it will bring an end to it all!” He turned quickly back to his wife. “Sandra, I’m sorry. I’m getting this solved as quickly as possible. This is bull! Yeah, I know. Run for office, you become a public figure—a public target is more like it! But fine. I’m sorry, honey. You and Anika enjoy your dinner. I’ll be back when I get back.”

“Darling, we were going to head out tomorrow,” Sandra reminded him.

“Well, now we’re not leaving in the morning—I damned well won’t look as if I’m running away,” Smith said. “I am sorry,” he repeated. Then he looked at Keenan and then Stacey. “Let’s go. Let’s get to one of your interrogation rooms where you can really give me the third degree. Am I being charged? Can you arrest me? I think not. So let’s talk. And then you will stay the hell away from me!”

He might have been intimidated by Keenan, but he pushed his way past him. Stacey noted that he didn’t push her—he’d risk Keenan before pushing a woman. She wasn’t sure if that meant anything or not.

But then, she didn’t think that he’d gotten his hands dirty, physically doing the killing himself.

He walked to the sidewalk and waited for them to show them which car was theirs, then crossed his arms and waited for Keenan to open the rear door for him.

Keenan arched a brow to Stacey; she nodded and slid into the passenger’s seat in the front.

“I intend to report you. I am a powerful man, you know.”

Stacey kept silent. Keenan cast a smile at the man through the rearview mirror. “Maybe,” he said. “I mean, well, you are now, but...”

That angered Smith. He lunged up against the seat, as if he would do Keenan harm. Stacey spun around in her seat to face the back, her hand up flat and firmly blocking Smith on his shoulder.

“I don’t care who you are,” she told him. “Threatening a federal officer is a federal offense.”

He sank back into his seat.

“You will pay,” he promised her. “I’m going to have your badge.”

Keenan glanced at her; his look said Don’t reply.

She was wary as they drove to their headquarters; she didn’t feel like dying because the man freaked out again and attacked Keenan as he was driving.

They reached their building and parked in the garage. “You people just think that Adam Harrison has more pull around here than I do. Well, come what may—he’s just got himself a fancy title because he’s rich and could get his own special unit going with his own special little plane to get you all around wherever. Ghostbusters! Yeah, I