He’d already mentioned the Grand Master.
“Do you know who it is? This Grand Master who hired you. Do you have his name?”
The guy looked out the window, toward Jax’s car. “I have his IP address. I do my homework on who I’m working for.”
Jax wrote down the series of numbers the guy had memorized. “Did you know who I really was when you came here?”
“Have to admit, I was curious about Banbury Investigations. But mostly, I didn’t want to get jammed up in something I didn’t do. Guess I miscalculated that one.”
“I’ll make it clear with the district attorney what your role was—and wasn’t. You didn’t hurt anyone as far as I’m aware.” His history was another matter. “You and I aren’t enemies.”
“You have plenty of those. You don’t need me to be one.”
Jax said, “You served, didn’t you?”
The guy nodded.
“Ever meet a Major General Schnell?”
He nodded. “I know what you guys did. I know about the military bases he had and that he was doing research. There wasonly one on the news, but we all know the problem was a lot more widespread than that.”
“Can you tell me where all the bases he controlled were located?”
The guy thought for a second. “Spokane, the one you guys found. Nevada. Texas. Pretty sure there’s one in Wyoming, but I don’t know where.”
MSI had a base of operations somewhere, and it wasn’t a research platform off the coast of Alaska.
What he needed was for Maizie to contact him somehow when she got to where she was going. That way, he’d know where she was being held, and he’d be able to come and rescue her.
“There’s a lieutenant.” Jax motioned to Ryson. “Javier Ryson. Tell him everything you know aboutDominatus.”
Jax got out of the car because he’d rather be with Kenna, and he had the IP address. They’d have to figure out how to find the guy with their computers and no Maizie to help them with all their tech needs.
But she was so much more to them than just support staff. She was family—the daughter they’d adopted.
Two steps from the car, a shot rang out across the parking lot. Glass shattered.
“Gun!”
At the cop’s cry, Jax dropped to the gravel. He winced, covering his head with his arms. No more shots sounded in the air.
“He’s dead!”
Jax rolled over and saw the back window of the cop car had blown out. The contract killer had been murdered.
One of the two officers said, “Lieutenant!”
Ryson yelled back, “Go!”
Both officers ran off in the direction the shot must have come from. Jax got up and ran in a crouch to the back of theambulance. He got in and shut one half of the door. Kenna sat up on the bed, an exasperated looking EMT on the bench beside her.
“Ma’am?”
She lowered the oxygen mask from her face. “I’m fine. The baby’s heart rate is fine.”
She was arguing with the EMT, but still, Jax nodded because he’d needed to hear that.
“And I got a voicemail,” she said.
