Point of Danger (Triple Threat #1) - Irene Hannon Page 0,85
you, Jeremy. People like you help us do our jobs.” He took out three cards and handed one to each of the family members. “If we have any other questions, we’ll be in touch. And feel free to call if you remember anything else that could be useful.”
The boy fingered the card. “I never met a real-life detective before. Can I tell my friends about this?”
“Yes—but why don’t you wait until we close this case? For now, it’s best if only insiders know what’s going on, and we always ask our important sources to cooperate. Can you keep a secret?”
Jeremy’s chest puffed out. “Yeah. I’m good with secrets.”
“Perfect.” Brent rose, and Colin followed his lead.
They said their goodbyes at the door and retraced their steps down the walk.
“Sorry to pull you out on a Sunday night, but I wanted a second opinion on the boy’s credibility.” Brent dug out his keys.
“Very high, in my opinion. That is one sharp kid. He didn’t miss a trick. We could use more like him in our ranks.”
“That was my take too—and the timing of his sighting the day of the bomb threat coincides with Jackson’s lunch break.”
“So what’s next?”
“Another conversation with Jackson—and I’ll get a warrant for his arrest in the works. I’m also going to talk with any of his coworkers who were on the job the day of the bomb scare. It wouldn’t hurt to touch base with Candy, either. That guy has guilt written all over him.” Brent shifted into the shade.
“I agree. I’m sold that he’s our man for the fake bomb and tire-slashing incidents—but I’m still not convinced he’d have the resources to find the old dirt on Eve Reilly. I also doubt he had anything to do with today’s note. We know he couldn’t have delivered it personally, and I agree with you he isn’t the type to work with a partner on a scheme like this.”
“Which brings me back to the theory that someone is using all the threats against Eve as a cover for their own agenda.”
“I see where you’re coming from with that—but you realize it puts us back at square one. Makes this a whole new investigation.”
“Yeah.” Brent stopped by the hood of his car and shook his head. “And here I thought we were about to wrap this up.”
“You do have one advantage.”
“What?”
“This third party made a mistake. They didn’t know we had a suspect in our sights. If they had, they wouldn’t have sent that note. So they’ve outed themselves. It’s just a matter of figuring out their identity and their plan.”
“Right. Piece of cake.” Brent expelled a breath.
One side of Colin’s mouth twitched. “There is one other positive spin to this. You’ll have a war story about your first case no one will ever be able to match.”
“I’d give up bragging rights in a heartbeat to keep Eve safe.”
Colin’s momentary humor vanished. “I hear you. Been there, done that. I came within an inch of losing Trish during her case. Hang in. We’ll get this figured out. See you at the office tomorrow.” With a wave, he returned to his car.
Brent opened his door, slid behind the wheel, and started the engine.
First priority? Get an update on Jackson’s condition, see if he was able to handle an interview. With all the evidence they’d compiled, it was possible the man would cave.
A long shot, but it could happen.
Yet a huge question remained.
Who else was targeting Eve—and why?
Dan
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:35 p.m.
Ready to go. Pick up plans at place discussed.
Al
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:36 p.m.
2night?
Dan
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:36 p.m.
Yes.
Al
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:37 p.m.
Heading out now.
Dan
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:37 p.m.
Good luck—and ditch phone.
Al
Sun., Sept. 9, 8:38 p.m.
Will do. All power to everyone.
20
HE WASN’T GOING TO SHOW for their Monday lunch.
Biting back a curse, Carolyn watched the minute hand on her watch flick to 11:45, then finished off the glass of wine she’d ordered at the bar.
Doug must have been serious about that kiss-off text he’d sent her early this morning. But her placating follow-up note, her plea for one more lunch to talk through his decision, should have smoothed out the waters. It would have worked with any other man.
Yet the mentor on whom she’d pinned all her hopes hadn’t succumbed to her charm this go-round.
So much for all the groundwork she’d laid, the months she’d spent cultivating a relationship with the man she’d been certain would eventually open doors for her in radio.
But why had he walked away? How had her acting skills