shook his head. “I don’t know exactly where Peter is. I don’t want to.”
“How do you contact him?”
“He has a P.O. box, and I’m not going to tell you where. Give me twenty-four hours.”
If he only needed a day, he had another way to get ahold of Peter.
“Why do you think he was targeted by this woman?” Sean looked at the sketch again.
“That’s the million-dollar question. He has no idea, but it started his freshman year of high school. I looked through every yearbook from his high school and there was no one named Cami Jones, Cami, or anyone who looked like her. I tracked down several of the blond, Caucasian girls and they didn’t even come close. After he ran away, the harassment stopped, until his third year at SU, after he met Cami.”
“He didn’t put two and two together?”
Mead shook his head. “The harassment didn’t start until nearly a year after he met her.”
Peter had been targeted since he was fourteen. Weber’s book came out when he was fourteen. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
“Did he show animosity toward Rosemary Weber?”
“The bitch who wrote that book about his family? He didn’t like her. He only mentioned her once; he wasn’t obsessed.”
“I need to talk to him. If all this is true, he may be in danger.”
“He is in danger; that’s why he has a new identity. Anonymity is the only thing that protects him. He’s not a fighter—he runs away. And maybe that’s what keeps him safe and sane.”
“Maybe, but he’s still in danger.”
Mead didn’t want to share. But he said, “I’ll contact him, ask him if he wants to talk to you.”
“The mail takes too long.”
Mead grinned humorlessly. “I didn’t say his P.O. box was the only way I could communicate with him.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
FBI Academy
After her afternoon classes, Lucy went back to Tony’s office. Noah wasn’t there, but she used the key he’d given her to enter.
She wanted to get through this as quickly as possible. Margo had already asked her if something was wrong, and Lucy dismissed her anxiety as concern for Hans. That was in part true, because there was still no change in his condition.
Because it was so easy to slip in and out of the buildings without using a passkey, Lucy couldn’t assume that just because someone had clocked into the building at any one time they didn’t leave and return using another passkey.
She had twelve new agents left to clear, who had all been in their rooms after midnight on Saturday, according to the passkey access report.
She’d looked at Reva’s personnel files earlier and sent Noah points to reverify—such as her legal name, her hometown, her parents and sibling information. She was so chatty Lucy knew a lot about her, and nothing in her file contradicted anything that she’d said.
Margo was from New York City, which gave her a connection with the location. She was quiet, smart, wasn’t friendly with most of the new agents. It didn’t surprise Lucy that she and Margo had become friends, but that Margo and Reva had seemingly bonded was odd.
Jason Aragon was older and mature, a lawyer, and according to his personnel file he took on cases and causes that most would shy away from. He’d never been married, but according to his file he had been engaged once, right out of law school. His fiancée was killed in front of him during a gang-related shooting in Los Angeles—wrong place, wrong time. He’d become an anti-gang crusader, and his personal statement indicated he wanted to work the anti-gang task force as a special agent. He had extensive knowledge of gang activity and warfare, plus an acute understanding of the law. He’d made a name for himself as a prosecutor going after the most violent offenders, at great personal risk.
Lucy had known him four weeks and he’d never talked about his past. He wasn’t chatty like Reva, but why hadn’t any of this come up?
What was she thinking? She knew why—because he didn’t want to talk about it. Just like she didn’t want to talk about her past. Some things were better left unsaid.
Jason had no connection to the East Coast in any way, but an event like what had happened to his fiancée would change him.
She switched databases and using Noah’s log-in checked to see if there was a case file on the nine-year-old shooting. Nothing federal.
She made a note to look into that case deeper, then went on to Alexis Sanchez.