“You didn’t hear it from me.” Ryson hung up.
Kenna lowered the phone. “Maizie, where is Zeyla now?”
Maizie’s fingers flew over the laptop keyboard. “Coming back into the RV park. She’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”
“Okay.” Kenna needed another nap or to be able to drink coffee, if she was going to figure this out.
Jax said, “She’s being framed for two murders.”
Kenna clenched her fingers on the edge of the counter, holding on as if it would keep her stable. “If they were able to point at her as one of those people on the bridge, I thinkthey’d be doing that as well. Ballistics between the two murders matches, and they think Zeyla did it.”
“So they have the murder weapon with her prints on it?”
“If they do, Ryson didn’t tell me. Maybe he wasn’t allowed to say that much, and he just told me what he could.”
The RV door opened, and she stepped in, kicking off her tennis shoes outside on the rug in front of the door.
Jax shook his head. “Risky move, giving us a heads-up. We could put Zeyla on a bus and ensure she disappears.”
Zeyla looked around, her brow lined with sweat from her run. Still wearing her leggings and a thin running jacket and gloves. “Why am I disappearing?”
Kenna explained about the prints found at the scene.
Zeyla muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “You know, you try to go straight, and they always get you in the end.” She stomped to the dinette and slid in across from Jax, her frustration evident in every movement.
Maizie asked, “Could this be another distraction?”
“More likely, it’s a way to get Zeyla out of play, because they know she’s a threat.” Kenna had to admit… “At least, she’s more of a threat than me right now.”
“So, I’m going to be arrested, is that it?” Zeyla asked.
Jax shook his head. “That’s why it was risky for Ryson to tell us. You’re the kind of person I would consider a flight risk.”
“So sweet.” Zeyla smirked.
She thought that was a nice thing for someone to say about her? Never mind, of course she did. “We can get you the best lawyer. Prove this is a setup.”
“IfDominatusis behind it, there isn’t going to be a paper trail,” Zeyla said. “I’m as good as convicted.”
“You don’t know that,” Kenna told her.
“They’ll have paid off everyone they need to. No evidence left of what really happened or who killed Marcus and Shawn.”
“There has to be because it wasn’t you.” Kenna wanted to fight this with every breath she had. But the fact that it could be yet another distraction made her want to do what Jax had suggested—put Zeyla on a bus. Or a plane to some South American country with no extradition agreement. Get her out of play because they refused to be manipulated.
“You aren’t even going to ask me if I did it or not?”
Kenna rolled her eyes. “You think I need to?”
Zeyla shrugged. “I might have. I could secretly be an assassin, and you’d never know.”
“I want to find that funny,” Maizie said. “But right now, it really isn’t. And besides, we know where you were during the times of death. Because you were with us. So we know you didn’t do it. Even if youcouldhave.”
Zeyla glanced at Maizie, a sisterly smile on her face. “Don’t forget it.”
Maizie didn’t seem to find that so funny either.
Jax said, “Preston probably has some high-priced lawyer on retainer who can fight for your freedom. Convince the police you didn’t do this because the evidence was faked and you have alibis.”
