“You think Hazel has my usernames?”
Jax shrugged. “She might even have put a worm in your computer last time you guys were together.”
Maizie went quiet.
“We don’t need to rehash anything. We’re good.”
“Okay.” Maizie nodded.
Kenna didn’t love how soft her tone was, and it was clear she still felt guilty for withholding information she knew about Kenna’s captivity from Jax when he could have used the lead. But at the same time, it hadn’t given anyone a lead about where she was being held. It was all meant to be leverage to force Maizie to do what the bad guys wanted. Purely so that she would be torn up inside about it.
Yet more insidious tactics. The kind MSI seemed happy to have employed to get what they wanted.
Kenna’s phone alarm sounded at the same time that Jax and Maizie had alerts go off on their phones. “The perimeter?” Kenna asked.
Jax swiped through his phone. “Yes.”
Maizie said, “It’s a lot of cops. Alot.”
“Stay where you are.” Kenna held out a hand. She knew why they were there, and unfortunately, Zeyla hadn’t managed to get away. She was still in the shower with no idea the police were currently surrounding the RV.
Kenna lifted her foot and stretched it far enough that she could nudge down the latch on the door, and then she pushed it open two inches. The startled face of a police officer stared back at her through the gap between the door and the frame.
She lifted her chin. Lifted her hands and showed him her empty palms. Her leg didn’t want to be up that high for much longer. “Get the door.”
Thankfully, he grabbed the door and caught it before it shut.
“Kenna Banbury?”
She said, “You already know that, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“So, you know who I’m looking for.”
Jax got up and came to the door, and she knew he would have rather been between her and the armed cops, but there wasn’t room for that. “Do you have a search warrant?”
“No, sir. Only an arrest warrant for Zeyla…” The cop frowned. “What’s her name?”
“The paperwork says Zeyla Adams.”
Kenna said, “Better than Smith, I guess.”
The cop was still frowning. “Excuse me?”
One of the other cops, currently out of sight, said, “This also says she might be known as Zeyla Smith or Zeyla Clarke. So who knows? There’s a photo, and we can confirm her ID when we have her prints.”
And then she’d be nailed for two murders. Arrested officially and, down the road, sentenced to decades in prison, if not the rest of her life.
Kenna blinked away the burn of tears.
“I’ll go see if she’s going to be done in the shower anytime soon.” She shifted to the edge of the seat. Jax held out his hand, and she clasped his elbow. “Thanks.”
She squeezed his side with her other hand as she passed and nodded her head to Maizie to go with her.
“What are we going to do?” Maizie asked as they moved down the aisle in the RV to the bedroom. The bathroom was between, but she wanted Maizie out of sight of any eager cops.
“I don’t know. But I’m guessing by now Zeyla has a plan.” Kenna knocked on the door. “Zeyla!”
She did it loud enough that the cops heard, giving Zeyla a second to think—or prepare—once she realized what Kenna’s tone meant.
