of alcohol in his system, which may have been a contributing factor. Or coincidence.” Lucy took out her cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” Sean asked.
“I’m sending Hans an e-mail. I don’t want to talk to him right now, but when I found Tony on Thursday there was a bottle of Scotch on his desk. They should have it tested. Just in case.”
Sean waited while she sent the e-mail. “Lucy, who told you that Hans pulled strings?”
“Laughlin.”
Sean wanted to deck the guy. “You don’t think there’s something suspicious about that?”
“Yes, I do. It tells me that Kate knew and didn’t want me to find out. It’s what they had to have been arguing about when I walked in. And it would explain why Kate wouldn’t tell me the truth when I confronted her about it.”
She glanced back down at her phone and said, “Well, I guess I’m not the only one with a suspicious mind. Hans had a forensic team come in from the FBI lab last night. They took the Scotch bottle and glass and collected trace evidence. They’re testing everything at the lab, and running an expanded tox screen on Tony’s blood work.”
“If someone poisoned his bottle, that means—”
Lucy finished his sentence. “There’s a killer at Quantico.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
New York City
Patrick met them at the small private airport in northern Virginia where Sean kept his Cessna. “I have a meeting with Stokes’s partner, and with the coroner’s office, but we need to get going—it’s Saturday, and I convinced the coroner to come in on his day off. I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Lucy psyched herself up for the flight. She’d flown since the crash landing three months ago when she and Noah Armstrong, who’d been an Air Force pilot, had been shot down in the Adirondack Mountains. But each time she boarded a plane, her heart raced and she had to force herself to remain calm.
While Sean ran through the pre-flight check, Patrick came over to her. “You okay, Sis?”
She nodded. To change the subject she asked, “What happened with Brandy?”
“What did Sean tell you?”
“Nothing—just that you said it wasn’t going to last.”
Patrick shrugged. “Sean has a big mouth.”
“He wanted to know what I knew, which is less than he does. I thought you liked her.”
Patrick sighed. “She’s beautiful and smart, but I just don’t feel it, you know? I’m going through the motions and it shouldn’t be like that. She called me on it last night, and I let her walk away.”
“Is Mom getting on your case because you’re next up to get married?”
Patrick paled. “Don’t even say it. I’m not ready.”
“You’re going to be thirty-six next month.”
“I’m young at heart.”
Lucy laughed and hugged him. “It is Mom. Don’t let her push you.”
“She has a long arm, even three thousand miles away.” In a low voice he said, “She’s planning on setting me up with Gabrielle Santana when I go home for Christmas.”
Lucy stared wide-eyed. “What? You can’t.”
Lucy knew Gabrielle, even though the woman was three years older than her. Like the Kincaids, the Santana family was large and Catholic. In high school, Lucy had dated Gabrielle’s brother for two weeks, and even in two weeks the stories she’d heard from him about all five of his sisters, and in particular Gabrielle, had Lucy both envious and terrified. Gabrielle had a wild reputation.
“Apparently, Gabrielle is the first Santana ever to get divorced. Mom and Mrs. Santana think I would be good for her. Why do I feel like I’m being set up to tame a shrew?”
“So this means we have four months to find you a girlfriend.”
Patrick stared at her as if she’d suggested he become a monk. “No. This means we have four months to find me a job that will keep me out of San Diego at Christmas.”
Sean approached. “Christmas?”
“Nothing,” Patrick said.
Lucy smiled and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.”
“You mean this is about the girl your mom is trying to set Patrick up with.”
“Shut up, Rogan,” Patrick mumbled.
Sean grinned. “Plane’s ready; let’s go.”
At least the conversation with Patrick went a long way in alleviating Lucy’s apprehension about the plane ride, and the hour passed quickly while Sean ran through a list of women he could set Patrick up with just for the three days he would be in San Diego. Patrick mostly pretended to sleep and ignored him.
Sean landed them in Newark just after three that afternoon. Both he and Patrick rented cars, because they were on a tight schedule if Sean was truly going to