“Yes,” I move closer. “The woman who had this helped two prisoners escape, then was killed.”
Mrs. Jacobsen falls into a chair with a thump.
I kneel in front of her. “I want you to think long and hard about this, Mrs. Jacobsen. I’m not trying to get you in legal or ethical trouble, but time is of the essence. How about this. I know the real estate market isn’t lucrative in Shearwater. I’m betting, though, you recently had your best month ever - selling two houses. One to Felix, and one to the person I’m looking for. I’m not asking for names because they probably gave you a fake name anyway. What I will ask you is this - did you have any listings that recently expired or were taken off the market?”
Pink spreads across Mrs. Jacobsen’s cheeks as she smiles. “Why, yes. There were two. The one you know of, and one other, on the outskirts of town next to the Shearwater Ravine.”
I stand. “That sounds incredible, Mrs. Jacobsen. Now, if you’ll get me an address, I’ll be on my way.”
She hustles over to her day planner, a physical notebook planner, and rips a sheet out of it. “Here.”
I glance over the address and pass it to Ryker. “Thank you, Mrs. Jacobsen.”
Ryker and I turn to leave, but Mrs. Jacobsen clears her throat. “You know, I’ve heard a lot of target practice on that side of town lately. Almost like a gun range. If you’re going out there to practice target shooting, you might want to load up.”
I raise an eyebrow and look at Ryker. We didn’t bring many weapons because we didn’t want to leave the team unprepared. And even with all of these developments, there’s still a chance this property isn’t what we’re looking for.
“Felix!” I yell.
The rat runs back into the room. “What’s up?”
“I need some weapons.”
Felix shakes his head. “Then, you need to go to the gun store.”
I tilt my head and cross my arms. “Felix, Felix, Felix. You and I both know you have some sort of stash at your house.”
“I thought you said I had nothing you wanted,” Felix pouts.
“I was wrong.”
His mouth opens, he presses fists to his hips and shakes his head in defiance. “What’s it worth to ya?”
I raise an eyebrow. “How about your fucking freedom? You’re not supposed to have weapons.”
Ryker steps closer to Felix, who folds like a house of cards.
“Fine!” Felix holds up his hands as if that would stop the warrior from beating him to a bloody stump. “Fine. We’ll have to go to my house to look at some things.”
“Better get dressed then,” I wave him off.
Mrs. Jacobsen presses a plastic canister of cookies into my hand. “For your stakeout, dear.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. Weirdest assignment ever.
Chapter 43
“Always bringing a knife to a gunfight."
-Ryker
Raiding Felix’s cache of weapons was like Christmas morning to Cat. Her eyes lit up as she picked over her favorites and shoved weapons in my direction. I was the glorified gun holder, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I cannot refuse her.
I also don’t want to leave her side, no matter the fact that we have a large property to surveil before we make a move.
“Kitten,” I protest for the hundredth time as she straps automatic rifles and knives to her body.
