Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) - Karen Rose Page 0,191

may never discuss it inside Sunnyside’s walls, and if we arrest them, they may not talk. We have to have alternate paths to getting the information we need.”

“So you’re going to keep looking for Pastor’s wife?”

“Yes, but secondary to getting your protection set up. I need you safe on Tuesday, and every day after that you go into that place.”

She nodded. “I’m not oblivious to the danger, Tom,” she said seriously. “And I am afraid. But not so afraid that I’m going to back out.”

“I know. I also know that you were incredibly brave the day your friends were killed. I know that you saved a lot of lives and got hurt yourself. Molina told me the whole story. She called your old CO, who was very complimentary. You never mentioned that you got a Purple Heart.”

She shrugged dismissively. “I got shot in the hip, but it wasn’t life-threatening.”

He brushed his fingertips over the butterfly tattoo. “Here?”

“Yeah. Got that in Chicago, a few days after Christmas.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to remember that day.”

“But you’re okay with remembering it now.” A statement, not a question.

“Yes. They deserve that much. For me to remember them.”

“Will you tell me someday? About the Purple Heart?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled. “But not today, okay?”

“Okay. You want to go back and finish our supper?”

“That sounds perfect.”

He led her back to the bedroom, grabbing her boot from his desk on the way out. As he expected, Pebbles sat at attention outside the bedroom door, sniffing the air.

He opened the door and told Pebbles, “Down.” Immediately she dropped to her belly. “Good girl.”

While Liza climbed back into bed, Tom dug his phone from the pocket of his trousers, hoping that he hadn’t missed any messages. Raeburn had put them all on call, after all.

Thankfully there was nothing from Raeburn, but he did have a message. “Huh.”

Liza paused, a slice of pizza an inch from her mouth. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s a text from Jeff Bunker.” He turned it so that she could see the message from the sixteen-year-old journalism major.

Got a promising lead on search for Craig Hickman. Expect news early in the am East Coast time. Will text when I know more.

“Who’s Craig Hickman?” Liza asked.

“He was the college kid who first exposed Pastor’s embezzlement from the church in L.A. He was beaten severely and then his parents’ house was burned down. Pastor’s followers were suspects. Craig disappeared shortly after that.”

Her eyes widened. “He was killed?”

“No. One of Jeff’s journalist mentors said he changed his name and moved away.”

“That was probably smart,” she murmured. “Why is Jeff looking for him?”

“I think he wants to write the story of his career when Eden’s found. He’s looking for all the background, and Craig Hickman is important because he started it all when he exposed Pastor’s crimes. He’s keeping me up to date because I’m curious as well. Let me text him a quick thanks and then we can eat.”

She smiled. “And then we can play.”

GRANITE BAY, CALIFORNIA

MONDAY, MAY 29, 3:30 A.M.

Cop or Fed?

DJ studied the figure behind the wheel of the black sedan parked in front of Kowalski’s house. The sedan had been there when he’d arrived hours before and hadn’t moved. The driver wore a dark suit and tie. So probably a Fed. Possibly an undercover cop.

He thought of the trash he’d left in the can the day he’d packed his things and left the Yuba City house. Kowalski had touched a few of those cans. Maybe they’d gotten his prints, too.

That was a satisfying thought. But it could also be someone from a rival gang, out to end Kowalski, which wasn’t a bad thought, either. Whoever it was, DJ needed to get rid of them before he made his own move.

The fence around Kowalski’s—or Anthony Ward’s—large estate was tall and likely electrified. However, the satellite view on Google Maps showed several large trees along the fence at the rear of the property. Depending on how old the satellite photos were, those trees could be even taller or possibly trimmed so that their limbs no longer hung over the fence. He was banking on the former, because that was how he planned to breach Kowalski’s stronghold.

Kowalski had taught him that move, too. He would be so proud.

He’d thought a lot about Kowalski and had concluded that the man couldn’t be convinced to back off. DJ needed to either kill him or get the weapons he