Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,90
suppose not. I promise to do everything possible to protect you, Scottie. I’ll hire a dozen men to keep watch over us, if that’s what it takes. I don’t want you to live a life of fear. I love you.”
“You’re my everything.” And he was. “When will we tell your family about us?”
“It’s your call.”
“Okay. Let’s shower. I could use some coffee and breakfast.”
Our shower was just a shower. We dressed and went down to eat. Everyone was in the kitchen except for Cruze.
“How’s Cruze today? Anyone seen or checked on him?” Raiden asked.
“He’s okay, very sore,” Acer said. “He’ll feel better in a few days.”
“How’s his mental status?” I asked.
Acer answered again. “He doesn’t want to talk about it yet, but I’ll keep badgering him. I get where he is, and I won’t let up. He needs to tell someone, but I’m not worried yet.”
“Good. If you need any help, let us know,” Raiden said.
Then I took his hand in mine and said, “Can we have everyone’s attention please?” Raiden glanced at me in surprise. “We have some news to share with you. Raiden?”
“Um, yeah. Scottie and I are going to be married. Or rather, she said yes!”
The room erupted in chatter, everyone talking at once. His mom hugged me, followed by his dad and then the rest of the Kent clan. It was awesome. I showed off my gorgeous engagement ring, highlighting Raiden’s excellent taste, and the guys pounded him on the back.
“Do you have a date set?” his mom asked.
“Mom, we want to wait until the trial is behind us.”
“That’s a good idea. I am so thrilled for you two.”
“Thank you,” I said.
My phone rang, and I checked to see it was Drex.
“Hey.”
“Scottie, we need everyone in Denver at the FBI field office. They want us in today to answer more questions. Check with Raiden on flying. If their plane isn’t available, I can send mine.”
“Fine. Where are you?”
“In Denver.”
Raiden’s plane was at the airport here, so I passed the information along to Drex. “We’ll be there ASAP.”
“Great. See you soon.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Raiden
The questioning was more detailed than expected. They questioned us separately and then together. It was repetitious and tiring. They sent us to a large conference room where eight agents sat, along with us.
I wanted to sit next to Scottie, but they gave us assigned seats. When it was her time, I knew it would be difficult. She had to reveal about being in WITSEC.
“I’m former FBI, but have been in WITSEC for almost four years. Once I went into WITSEC, I joined the DEA.”
Numbing silence filled the room. The lead agent eventually asked, “Why witness protection?”
Scottie scoffed. “Because of the O’Brien brothers. They ordered a hit on my family. I was investigating them and getting close to making an arrest when they took out my family on Christmas Day. I narrowly escaped with my daughter.”
The quiet was stifling. The agent asked, “You were the one! Lisa McCray! We heard they’d killed you. I remember your funeral. They televised it.”
“They made it appear that way for my safety and that of my daughter’s.” She stared at her hands the entire time. Her stilted speech showed how much she dreaded this.
“Can we move on? This is a painful topic for her,” I said.
“One more question. When you transferred to the DEA, did you pursue the O’Briens?”
“No, I only began again when I took the position with WI.”
The agent nodded and moved on to Drex. The questions were about the information he had on Danny O’Brien and then Aiden.
Isla spoke up then. “As you’re aware, I’m former FBI and my former boss, who was murdered by one of our own, spurred me into action. My husband was also involved.”
“Yes, we reviewed those files and spoke with the Atlanta field office. They’ve sent over everything they have on the case too. I knew Art Sanderson. His death was a terrible blow to the bureau.”
Isla nodded. “As it was to me. He was my mentor. It’s the reason I left and came to work for WI. I no longer wanted to work there without him.”
The agent flipped through four files and tapped his pen on the table. “We’ve been over this and reviewed everything. What we don’t understand is how Sinead Flynn came to be with you. That’s the piece that makes no sense.”
His eyes met mine, then moved on to the rest of the group.
Drex pointed to the stack of charts. “It should all be in there.”