One-Knight Stand (White Knights #3) - Julie Moffett Page 0,87

voice when he said Candace’s name. Plus, he thought she was stonewalling him. I was leaning toward rivals, which was a good thing if my dad was thinking about trusting her.

Wally and I had obtained photos of Candace, as well. She was tall, athletic, and apparently quite smart, with an undergraduate degree at Harvard and a graduate degree from the University of Chicago. She was a black belt in tae kwon do and had run in several marathons. She wasn’t married and had no children. Her parents lived in New York City, and she had a younger sister who was a doctor with three kids and a private practice in Maine. I could find no overt connection between her and Remington, other than the fact that they had joined the NSA within thirteen months of each other and had both worked their way up to leading a directorate.

Wally pulled up all the hard data on Candace. That included where she’d lived for the past five years (Maryland), her driver’s license, her passport number (she’d traveled to Italy and France in the past five years), her security system (it was better than Remington’s), her medical info (she was remarkably healthy), and whether she had any outstanding debts (she didn’t). She seemed completely on the up-and-up, which in reality, didn’t mean much these days. I felt uncomfortable researching all her personal stuff. I’d done that before, and it hadn’t turned out well for me, but my mother’s life was at stake, so I ignored the twinges of conscience.

“Who are you, Candace?” I murmured, staring at a photo of her. “Was my dad right to trust you? Can I trust you?”

I figured my dad had all this information, too, and a lot more. For some reason, he’d decided to trust her, but I wasn’t sure if I should. He hadn’t contacted me for nearly forty-eight hours, so I worried.

Had she betrayed him? Was he safe? Remington hadn’t been able to reach him, so what did that mean? I wished he’d call me, if for no other reason than to check in.

Bo put a hand on my shoulder, jolting me from my thoughts. “You ready, Angel?”

I glanced at my watch. It was nearly seven o’clock, and the cool November dawn sky was showing orange and purple streaks. He and Frankie had risen about thirty minutes prior and had been discussing their plan to distract the electronics associate.

I closed my laptop and stretched. “Is everyone awake?”

“Awake and ready to roll.”

We gathered in the living room and did a quick comm check before deciding we were good to go.

We split into three cars. Bo and Frankie took Bo’s car. Jax took Hala and Kira. Wally, Mike, and I rode in Wally’s car. We got there a little after seven thirty. Mike checked the GPS tracker on Remington’s car, confirming it was still parked at the house.

Kira went into the store first. She wanted to figure out where to place the phones so Remington would see them. She wore a coat over the red T-shirt and badge, and would keep it on until we notified her that Remington was in the store and Bo and Frankie had lured away the real electronics associate.

Hala went in next, followed by Frankie and Bo about ten minutes later.

Mike alerted us that Remington was on the move just after eight o’clock. “His car is in motion, and I have the listening device on.”

I spoke to the team. “The target is in motion.”

“Roger,” Bo replied.

“Is Remington driving this way?” Wally asked Mike.

“It’s the normal way he goes to work, so yes,” Mike replied, watching his laptop. “Whether he’ll stop here is the real question. We should find out in about three minutes.”

I locked eyes with Wally. We’d reached the moment of truth. Either this would work, or I’d have to scramble to figure out something new.

There was no more time.

The three of us watched the movement of Remington’s car on Mike’s laptop. I bit my lip so hard, it started to bleed.

“It’s now or never,” Mike murmured as Remington’s car approached. I released my breath when I saw him pull into the parking lot.

“Success,” Mike said, raising his fist. “Angel, you’re either a genius or the luckiest person who ever lived.”

“Only if this operation works,” I said, but I was relieved. He had no idea how scared I’d been, especially after I’d run the odds on this plan working.

“He’s parking over there,” Wally said, pointing to a spot across the parking lot