“What if I could get you and Naomi out?”
“You?” Jasmine looked up and gave Gabby a deeper look. “What are you going to do?”
Gabby shut her eyes and centered herself. There was no great reward without great risk, so she decided to gamble. “I’m an agent with the CIA, well, actually, the EOD, which is a division, but no matter. I can secure you immunity in exchange for testimony regarding Genesis’s criminal financial activity.”
Jasmine shot out of her chair. “What? What are you talking about?” Gabby started to say something, and Jasmine interjected, “What about George? Ohmygod. Are you undercover?”
Gabby didn’t answer.
“Of course you are. You’ve never even done yoga.” She laughed manically. “You took the whole tent down.”
Jasmine stood up and walked to the kitchen, and then abruptly sat back down.
“I’m here for you,” Gabby said, gambling that Valentina would help her deliver on any promises.
“What do you have on him?” Jasmine asked.
“Abducting Sheridan for one. We’re digging into the financials now and about to put together enough evidence to arrest him.” Gabby bluffed. It wasn’t true yet, but they’d get there faster if Jasmine’s testimony backed them up.
Jasmine’s eyes went big. “What?” With fear in her voice, she asked, “What’s he been doing?”
Gabby needed to show just enough of her hand to get Jasmine to talk. “Do you know about iMoan?”
Jasmine wrung her hands. “What’s that?”
“We think your husband is financing this resort in a variety of illegal ways. You don’t want to go down with him.”
Jasmine looked directly at Gabby. “What do you need from me? I’ll do it, but only if you can get Naomi the same deal.”
Gabby did a silent touchdown dance. She had him!
Jasmine shut her eyes and exhaled a troubled breath. “It’s more than finances, Gia.”
“What’s he really up to?” Gabby leaned forward eagerly.
“It’s not like he tells me his nefarious plans,” Jasmine said. “G is up to some shit, and he’s using this psychic as leverage.”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t bring Sheridan down here as ‘a gift.’ I think he’s using her to blackmail the president. He knows she knows things.”
“What does she know?” Gabby asked, desperate for any crumb of an answer.
“Something about Amanda, I assume. I think the president did it. I don’t know what G is asking for, cash or political favor, but he’s getting something out of this.” Jasmine struggled to maintain her composure. “I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
That would explain why the president wanted Sheridan dead, assuming he did actually want her dead. Sheridan’s psychic intuition was the main evidence of that so far.
No matter what, Gabby was in the middle of a lot bigger mess than she realized. God, she hoped the president wasn’t the killer, but so far that was the one thing everyone agreed on. Sheridan and Jasmine were consistent on that.
And how was she going to get her job back if the bad guy she was offering up was President Simon? That posed a problem.
Thirty minutes later, Gabby walked out of Jasmine’s place filledwith terror and anxious energy. She had just offered a deal to Jasmine without being able to back it up. If she didn’t make this look good and convince Valentina there was a chance she’d spend the next few months, or maybe even years, of her life in a Portuguese prison. What would happen to Kyle and Lucas?
On her way to Naomi’s, someone called her name, and she turned to see her mom. She seemed upset, but Gabby couldn’t deal with her anymore.
“Not right now, Mom.”
She’d had enough manufactured drama for one day, especially when she was busy creating plenty all on her own.
