evidence or whatever it was she was going to do, then disappear from your life, leaving you with the fallout,” Razor mused.
He tightened his jaw. “Doesn’t make her innocent.”
“No, but we don’t know why she did all this,” Sunny said quietly. “Sometimes, you do wrong things for the right reason.”
Duke groaned. “Sunny, the Fox isn’t a secret good guy. He’s an assassin for hire. He didn’t kill the senator because Robins was an asshole who was raping and murdering young girls. He did it because he was paid to.”
Sunny gave Duke a look. “He’s not all bad. He saved my life, kept me safe and he made sure you all had an alibi. Well, except for Ink.”
Ink shook his head. “He had no way of knowing I’d stay behind to co-ordinate. I don’t think this has anything to do with the Fox. He doesn’t need to set me up to take the fall. Even if someone knew it that he was the one who murdered the senator how would they find him? The guy is a ghost. And why me?”
“Unless he’s somehow using this to have a hold over us,” Razor pointed out.
“He already has that,” Jason rumbled. “Any of us speak, he’ll come after us. We know he can get to us.”
“He won’t hurt any of you,” Sunny said fiercely. “He knows how much that would upset me.”
And that was likely the only reason the Fox would never come after them for what they knew. It would upset Sunny.
“He also knows we’ve got no reason to tell anyone what he did,” Reyes said. “We wanted the senator taken out as well. Sick fuck deserved to die.”
He did.
“Doubt this has anything to do with the Fox,” Duke said. “We need to know who Betsy is working with. And then we can figure out why she might have warned you.”
“Maybe she fell for you,” Sunny said quietly. “Maybe she changed her mind because she came to care for you.”
Before he could answer that, there was a knock on his door.
“Yeah?” he called out.
Brody opened the door and stepped into the room. Tall and lanky, his hair always looked like it was badly in need of a cut. His baggy T-shirt had the picture of a power button on it.
He pushed up his glasses, looking around at everyone in surprise.
“Brody, you know all the guys.”
His tech guy nodded nervously. He was always nervous around other people.
“And this is Sunny. She’s Duke’s.”
Sunny waved at Brody, smiling. His cheeks warmed. Ink waited for him to talk, but he just stood there. Finally, he sighed. “Brody? Did you find her?”
“What? Oh yeah.” Brody tore his gaze from Sunny to Ink. He handed him the tablet he was carrying.
Ink looked down at the stats. Elizabeth Victoria McClain. Twenty-nine years old. Born to Roger and Catherine McClain. There were some stats on the parents. Nothing much of interest. Catherine died when Betsy was twenty from breast cancer. Was Betsy keeping an eye on her health? Breast cancer ran in families.
He pushed that thought aside. Not his problem. The father was…
“He’s living in Bozeman?”
“What? Oh, you mean the dad?” Brody nodded, his hair flipping forward onto his forehead. “Separated from the mother. I took a quick look at him. He’s a forensic accountant. Quite well-off. Got himself a whole new family. New wife. Kids.”
“Wonder if he ever divorced Betsy’s mom,” Ink mused.
“I can find out.”
Ink waved his hand. “Not important right now. And if Betsy is to be believed, she never knew what happened to her dad. He walked out one day without saying goodbye. She was only four. Sounds like her mother went into a depression and left Betsy to fend for herself.”
“Asshole,” Razor said. “That’s got to leave scars.”
He nodded absentmindedly. “What happened after her mother died? How did she come to live here?”
“That’s where things get real interesting. It seems that she just disappeared. She doesn’t appear to have ever had a job. She left school and nursed her mom. She had a license back in Georgia but it’s never been renewed. She doesn’t have a bank account. Hell, I couldn’t even find a library account for her.”
Ink grunted. “So how the fuck do we find her?”
“You got her phone number?” Brody asked.
“Yeah. You want me to call her? I don’t think she’s gonna give us anything, even if she answers.”
“Nah, I’ll use it to try to track her,” Brody told him.
“Here,” Ink said, handing over his phone. “This is her number. Don’t read the