Stalked - By Allison Brennan Page 0,60
unanswered questions, and I would rather investigate this as a suspicious death then make any assumptions.”
Dillon said, “I can cancel my trip. If you need me, I’ll be here.”
Hans shook his head. “I appreciate it, but your work is important, and I don’t think you staying will make a difference either way.” He looked from Dillon to Kate. “This is completely need-to-know. I’ve briefed Rick Stockton. Other than him, and whichever agent he pulls into the investigation, you’re the only person in the Bureau who knows about this investigation.”
“Do Lucy and Sean know?” she asked.
“Patrick is filling them in now.” He leaned back in his chair but didn’t feel at all relaxed. “There’s another connection between the deaths. Theissen had retired from the FBI two years ago and was working as chief of security at Citi Field. That’s where Rosemary Weber was murdered.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
New York City
Lucy and Sean left Patrick in his own room, where he’d set up Bob Stokes’s computer to find the e-mail that had sent the cop to New York two days before he died.
“We should help Patrick,” Lucy said in the elevator.
“It’s one computer, one operator. Are you forgetting your brother used to run the cybercrimes unit for the San Diego Police Department? He knows what he’s doing.”
Sean slid the card key into their door. “And,” he continued, “you’re so tired you’re about to fall asleep standing up.”
Lucy fell down on the bed. “True.”
“Patrick is taking care of Stokes; we’re following Tony’s trail. If there’s any overlap, we’ll find it.”
Sean lay on the bed next to her. He kissed her cheek and gently pulled out her hair band. “Sleep.”
Lucy would have gladly surrendered except she couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that Tony was murdered.
“If someone poisoned Tony, when was it? If Stokes died after coming back from New York, they both could have been poisoned here.”
“What drugs could cause a heart attack?”
Lucy frowned. “Several, but they all have other symptoms. And some are virtually undetectable after they’ve passed through the system.”
“Hans is already suspicious. He’s having the FBI lab run additional tests.” He kissed her. “You’re too tired to think straight. I promise, a good night’s sleep and we’ll both be better focused.”
“It connects to Rosemary Weber. Somehow.” Lucy sighed and put her head down again. “But it’s not my job. Not anymore.”
“You haven’t quit yet.”
“I’m not quitting. I was never supposed to be there in the first place. I’m righting a wrong.”
“No. I’m not justifying what Hans did, but he did it because he knows you’re good. He wants you as part of his team, just like everyone at RCK would be thrilled if you worked for us. You’re a valuable commodity.” He leaned over and kissed her again.
“Thank you.”
“For telling the truth?”
“If I don’t go back I won’t have to worry about the driving test on Monday. And we don’t have time for you to teach me.”
“You know how to drive. I was supposed to teach you how to drive well enough to ace the FBI track. Is it the test Monday or a practice?”
“Defensive driving. No test, but I have to be able to complete the course.”
“You will.”
If she was there. “I hate driving,” she mumbled. She didn’t want to tell him, or anyone, how nervous she got when behind a wheel.
“You’re tense.” Sean nuzzled her neck. “Patrick told me about the accident.”
She frowned. “He shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re right. You should have.”
“Am I supposed to recount everything that has ever happened to me?”
“I’ve asked why you hate driving.”
“It was never the right time.”
“Accidents are traumatic. But you’ve faced far worse than a non-fatal car crash. Which means, Patrick doesn’t know everything.”
“I was five. It left a lasting impression on me.”
She rolled away from Sean, but he pulled her back toward him, spooning his body around hers.
He was trying to make her comfortable, trying to make her relax and share. But it wasn’t working. He always wanted to know everything, and he usually just guessed. Most of the time he was right.
“What do you think happened?” she snapped. “You usually know what I’m thinking.”
He refused to take the bait. “Not this time. I only know that Patrick has no idea what happened during the crash, and that’s what I don’t understand.”
“I barely remember the accident.”
She’d been in the back between Patrick and Carina, who were bickering about something, but in the good-natured way they always had. They were only eleven months apart, and as Lucy grew up she’d been jealous that her