Of course he blamed the woman at the middle of all this. She couldn’t really fault him for that, but it would wind up getting him in serious trouble. She should probably recommend that he get a good lawyer.
Kenna stood. “I hope that’s true, because if anything happens to them? We already told you that you’ll be tried for the same crimes. That’s what happens when you’re an accessory to anything. Kidnapping. Multiple counts of murder.”
He stared at her. “I didn’t do anything to them!”
“Shame that’s not how the justice system sees your responsibility for what happened. And too bad for what might happen to you if you don’t tell us where to find Sylvia Caughton.”
Chapter Thirty
“It’s downloading now.” Maizie sat facing her at the table in the RV.
Kenna had headphones on, and she could hear Maizie through those, rather than from the passenger’s seat that she’d rotated around so she could sit up. She couldn’t easily get between the table and the back of the seat, not if she was going to sit there for a while. She even had a footrest set up.
“Whoa.”
Thank You.Kenna had been about to lose her mind if they didn’t actually get a lead they could move on. “What is it, Maze?”
Zeyla had turned down the request to wear a camera, but she was on comms. She’d picked the lock on Sylvia Caughton’s high-rise apartment and searched the whole place until she found an external hard drive in the wall safe. Instead of leaving, she’d connected it to the tablet she had in her backpack and gave Maizie access to the drive while she finished walking around.
“We’ve got some serious problems.” Maizie shook her head. “She has a ton of research on here, everything there is to know about Kenna and the rest of us. Ramon’s FBI personnel file. All of it.”
Kenna looked at her own computer. She had Sylvia Caughton’s social media and her profile at the newspaper she worked for open in her browser. “Maybe Jax could pass on to the FBI that they’ve had a security breach while he’s there talking to them.”
The investigation into the disappearances of Crystal and her two children had become a federal case, and Ryson had gone with Jax to confer with the feds on everything they knew about it. Hopefully, the feds could find some use for their tech to find the family. Kenna was running out of ideas.
She wanted to find Sylvia Caughton herself and interrogate her about where they were, but the woman hadn’t shown up recently.
Zeyla said, “This place is a wash otherwise. There’s nothing here that’s personal. It looks like it’s been staged. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the furniture has the retail tags tucked out of sight.”
“You’re going to get out of there?” Kenna said into the headset mic.
“On my way out.”
“Copy that.” To Maizie, she said, “Anything else?”
“I’m not sure you want to know.”
“Just tell me.” Kenna might need to lie down, but she could handle the hard news. This woman was aDominatusoperative, according to Wallace. He had nothing to do with this; he was only a victim. If she believed what he’d said, this woman had to be the key they’d been looking for.
“Newspaper articles all written and ready to be sent.”
“So she really is a reporter?” Kenna hadn’t expected that. “I thought it was just a cover.”
“Maybe this isDominatusweekly news or something,” Maizie said. “Do they do that, Zeyla? Put out updates to the whole organization?”
“Huh.”
Maizie looked at Kenna, probably thinking the same thing. Was that really all Zeyla was going to tell them? The woman was downtown, at a fancy high-rise. It might be a cover or the address that had been secured to keep her cover intact or some kind of bolt-hole. A place to do business under the guise of it being her home.
“Zeyla?”
The other woman was quiet, then finally, Kenna heard her respond through the headphones. “I have that CD. Maybe it’s a thing, being raised as we were. This might actually be something personal.”
“Or the cover needed a taste in music, and she just picked what she knew.”
“Maybe. It’s telling, though.” Zeyla stopped abruptly. “Please hold.”
The connection crackled.
