“We’re biding our time,” Bruce said.
“Until you get an opportunity? That means one of them has to slip up and give you a window to strike. A breach of security.” These guys were better than that. As far as Ramon had seen, anyway. “You have no idea what’s going on out there. Do you even know what their plan is?”
“They’re waiting as well. At least, now that you brought back the accountant.”
Ramon turned to face Amara. “You know who Lief Holmberg is?”
She nodded. “I used to be married to him, so, yes.” After a second, she added, “It didn’t last long.”
Bruce waved a hand, dismissing her comment.
“The point is that he’s a moderate. That’s why they kept him as their financial officer for so long. He’s unflinchingly honest.”
“Okay, so?” Ramon let a little of his frustration bleed through in his tone.
Amara sighed. “He’s going to be the new head ofDominatus. It’s the best-case scenario. Once the wedding is completed, he’ll be installed as the leader.”
“Wedding?” Ramon shook his head. “Who is he marrying?”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Salt Lake City, Utah
Kenna woke slowly, aware of the weight of her husband’s arm over her hip. Protecting her and the baby, even in his sleep. There was no way to extricate herself without him waking up, so she rolled toward him instead and found him blinking awake.
“Don’t get up. You came in late.” She kissed his forehead.
“Text.”
“I’ll look.” She kissed his nose, then his lips, and left him in bed. She sat up and found her slippers on the floor by the bed where she’d left them. After grabbing her phone off the charger, she took a sweater from the hook in her thin closet and slipped it over her shoulders.
She slid open the dividing door between their bedroom and the rest of the RV and saw Zeyla asleep in the recliner chair between the dinette table and the driver’s seat. A blanket over her legs, her shoes still on and sticking out the end.
Above the front seats, she could see Maizie’s loft bed, the size of a double mattress. Not even enough room for her to sit up with clearance over her head. The cat was up there with her, lazily sleeping. Maizie lay on her front with her elbows over a pillow, working on her computer.
She looked at Kenna, who gave her a small wave. Maizie smiled back.
Kenna pressed the button on the electric kettle, so she could make a warm drink, and checked her messages. The most recent was from Jax just after two thirty in the morning.
The suspect ID’d a kidnapper as one of the MSI guys. Can’t believe it, but I think they’re also our shooters in the black SUVs. First thing: we need to get Bear on the phone and get answers.
She’d gone to sleep not able to rest, knowing he was out with Ryson and the FBI rounding up a suspect they believed was the person who took Ellayna and her family. Then, she’d woken up. So, apparently, she had been able to rest. Or, at least, her body decided she was done for the day, and she fell asleep instead of waiting up for him to get home.
She hadn’t even woken up when he got in.
The guy needed to sleep in this morning. Thankfully, making some calls didn’t put her life in danger.
Kenna called Ramon first since she’d sent him to infiltrate Bear’s team. When he didn’t answer, she hung up without leaving a voicemail. If he’d been captured by someone, she didn’t need to be in his messages giving away information. He had to be able to sell whatever story would keep him alive.
That thought made her stop and say a prayer for him. After that, she poured her drink and took her seat in the front passenger’s chair, still in its rotated-around position. Her feetended up not that far from Zeyla’s. She read her Bible before she kicked the other woman’s shoe and got her to start waking up.
After all, Kenna intended to grill Bear.
With her morning started right, and Ramon covered in prayer, she said another and dialed Bear’s number.
“Kenna?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She tried to keep her voice down a little and noticed Zeyla had her eyes open now. “I’m actually surprised you answered. I have a question.”
