If we move too fast, they could disappear, or they could get away, and we can't let that happen."
She weighed his words. "Is that the reason? Or is it because you don't want to blow your other case?"
"I don't want to blow any of our cases, which now include the death of my parents. I'm as motivated as you are to lock these people up. But we need to put it all together, so we can take them down, along with every one of their associates. We need more proof."
She knew he had a lot at stake, and she believed he would do his best, but she still hated the idea of Constantine and Coleman being free for one more minute. "How are you going to get that proof?" she asked.
"A lot of different ways. We'll have my entire team working on this. We can start talking to the people who were targets, like Bragin and Jagger. David, Sylvia's son, could also be a huge source of information. He's Coleman's grandson, and he's right in the middle of what's going on now."
"Do you think Sylvia knows who her father is?"
Jax nodded. "I'm sure she does. Alexander probably knows about his uncle's activities as well. We have four decades of crimes and two generations to work through. I know you want us to arrest them today—"
"I do want you to do that. You said your task force moves fast."
"We will move faster than anyone else, but it won't be this minute. However, we will be working all night on this."
"I'll help."
"You can't help with this part, Maya."
She frowned at his words. "You're cutting me out now?"
"I'm not cutting you out. You've done all you can do. I think you should go to your sister's house. You need to talk to your dad anyway. Tell him what you've learned. Maybe he'll be able to remember things that might be important to us now."
She made a face at him. "I kind of hate how often you're right."
He smiled. "And I kind of love how amazing you are. You did a lot of this, Maya. You started this ball rolling. Without your interest in Natasha's death, we wouldn't have gotten this far so quickly."
"Okay. I will go to Darcy's house and fill my family in on what's happened. I don't have a car, though. Can I borrow yours?"
"I'll have Beck or Caitlyn drive you there."
"I don't need anyone to drive me."
"Yes, you do. You're still in danger. And I'll make sure the security at your sister's house is in place and aware of how serious this all is. Until we get these players off the board, you need to be very careful."
As Jax finished speaking, Caitlyn came into the room. "How's it going in here?" she asked.
"Maya is going to go to her sister's house in Carlsbad. She needs a ride," Jax replied.
"I'd be happy to drive you," Caitlyn offered.
"Are you sure you're not needed here?"
"I can take the time." Caitlyn put a large envelope on the table. "Jax, take a look at what's inside when you get a chance."
He nodded. "Thanks."
"I'll just get my bag and keys," Caitlyn added. "I'll be in the bullpen when you're ready, Maya."
As Caitlyn left, they got to their feet. She was going to head straight for the door, but Jax pulled her into his arms, giving her a warm hug. They hadn't gotten this close since she'd learned he was an FBI agent who had been lying to her. She should pull away, but it felt too good to be in his embrace. So she let herself linger, let herself feel the connection between them, even if it might be for the last time.
She lifted her gaze to his. "I'm trusting you to bring them to justice, Jax."
"I won't let you down," he promised. "Maya, there are things I want to say to you."
"But you can't, not now."
"Later." He hesitated, a suddenly desperate need in his eyes. "I have no right to ask, but can I—"
She cut off the question by pressing her mouth to his, and the searing heat between them bonded them once more. Then she slipped out of his embrace.
"Be safe," he said. "I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
"You better."
"Good luck with your family. They should be proud you got to the truth."
"I'm not sure pride will come into play, but the truth will be told."
She walked out of the kitchen and met up with Caitlyn. They rode down the elevator