“Do you know how to fix it?” Rory places his hands on the table with his palms up.
“As long as there hasn’t been any big changes, yes.” My gaze moves downward, unable to look them in the eyes.
“But you didn’t do it, and there’s no way John could. So, who’s left?” Luke extrapolates.
My head snaps up. “How do you know it’s not me?”
“I just know. We all do,” Luke states matter-of-factly.
I glance around at the three of them, searching for a sliver of deception, something that would indicate doubt. But each of their faces is firm.
Something inside my soul mends, sewing together a wound I long forgot existed. It had become part of my every day. I made myself keep going and ignore the pain.
Being here with these three men right now, I’m reminded of the ache because for the first time in over a decade, it’s not there.
“What about that dick of an FBI agent?” Rory rubs his chin.
Hunter slides his hand on my leg, giving me a light squeeze. When our eyes connect, I’m met with compassion. His quiet support grounds me.
“Agent Huntley,” I answer Rory.
Rory snaps his fingers. “That guy. He’s always had it out for you. What about him?”
I frown. “Maybe. Not many people saw the program during the trial. Most of them are FBI, but I highly doubt many of them would know how to use it.”
“What about one of the original victim’s family members?” Rory sits back in his seat.
Hunter shakes his head. “What motive would they have?”
Rory scoffs. “I don’t know. I don’t hear anyone else coming up with ideas.”
Hunter ignores Rory’s jab and throws out his own theory. “It has to be someone connected with the trial.”
Luke points to Hunter, adding in his own two cents. “Or someone who is obsessed with John.”
With a heavy exhale, I fish my phone out of my bag. “We could go back and forth like this all day, and if that’s the plan, then I need to make a phone call and change out of these pants.”
“I could help you with that,” Rory offers with a wink, and I smirk in reply.
“Who are you calling?” Hunter adjusts his chair so he’s in my view.
Raising the phone to my ear, I hold my finger up in the universal sign for “hold on.” His returning glare is comical.Hunter doesn’t like to be kept waiting, but I find I like riling him up.
The person on the other end of the call answers. “I really hope this isn’t a call to tell me Travis is bothering you again.”
I shake my head even though Rio can’t see me. “It’s not. I have some information for the FBI, and I figured it’d be smart to have my lawyer present.”
“You’re turning out to be an interesting client, Savannah Foster.” His tone sounds like he’s holding in a laugh. I’m not sure if it’s humor from disbelief or if he actually finds the situation funny.
“Meet me at the FBI field office?” I offer.
“Nah. I’ll bring the FBI to you.”
CHAPTER 27
RORY
Reaching out, I stand and clasp the hand of the most Viking-like man I’ve ever seen. “Thanks for stopping by.”
