“Did you want to talk in private, or …”
“They can be here. We’re mated.”
She blinks at me. “Okay. I can see some things have changed since I was last out here.”
“We can sit down if you want,” I offer, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs.
“This won’t take long,” she says.
“Okay,” I murmur, getting nervous.
I don’t know why I feel so worried.
I knew what she was looking for.
I know why she would come to see me.
It’s like I don’t want her to say it.
My mom is dead. I know she is. I’ve known for years.
Maybe I’m just afraid to hear it said out loud.
“We found a potential burial site,” she starts. “At a second property owned by Ivan Hamilton.”
“Was the site searched?” I ask, watching her face for clues.
Her expression is flat. Her tone is so even. It’s kind of strange.
“I think I need a little nap,” Harper murmurs as he moves toward the couch, staggering slightly.
Shayne frowns as Harper basically collapses onto the couch.
“Harp, are you okay?” he rushes over there.
It feels like everything is moving in slow motion.
I look back at the detective, and suddenly I know.
I’m not looking at the woman who sat next to my bed in the medical ward weeks ago.
I’m looking into the cold eyes of a killer.
This isn't Detective Waterman. This is Warren Corvina.
She smiles at me, taking out her gun. “They’renevergoing to find your mother, and they won’t find you, either.”
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Eight
Falcon
It’s good to see Jay doing so well at something. He’s getting along with Owen like a house on fire, and it’s pretty easy to see him working as the head of security whenever it’s our turn to be here at the academy.
The security guards who come into the office to be randomly searched are cleared within seconds of them leaving the room.
“On to the other staff,” Owen says after Rob gives the okay on the last guy.
“Next up, Pris Meikle,” Jay says, making me turn.
