Hunter finally looks up from Shawn, speaking to Calder. “FBI?”
“Already called them.”
“Good. You’re going away for a very long time. If I’m not mistaken, aiding a felony means you can be charged with each murder as if you committed them yourself. Enjoy prison.”
“Better than working here,” Shawn retorts as Calder, Slade, and Hale lift him to his feet and secure him in handcuffs. When they move toward the exit, Shawn digs his heels in and beams a slimy smile right at Savannah. “He has plans for you, Miss Bartlett. Lots and lots of plans.”
“It’s Foster,” she grits out.
Shawn laughs as Slade and Hale push him toward the door.
“We’ll wait downstairs in the lobby for the FBI to show up,” Calder informs us.
“Good,” Hunter responds. “If they have any questions, tell them to contact our lawyers.”
“You got it, boss,” Calder says with a nod and leaves.
We all breathe a bit easier when Shawn is gone, but we learned something else in the process: Shawn was working with John’s copycat. And now, I’m leaning more toward the copycat and the stalker being the same person.
Savannah plops down in her chair, and Rory and I follow her lead. Hunter slowly makes his way back to the conference table and sits in a chair next to me.
“So I guess this is it then,” Savannah says, and we all make confused expressions.
“What’sit?” I question.
Savannah refuses to make eye contact with any of us. “I did the job I was hired to do.”
“Yes, you did,” Hunter confirms.
Savannah fidgets with her hands in her lap. “Then I’m done here, right?”
“Absolutely not,” I bark.
“But—”
I grasp her hand. “You don’t get to walk away now. You’ve captured us. We’re in your snare. If you walk away now, we won’t be able to pick up the pieces.”
Savannah’s eyes water. “I thought that?—”
Hunter interrupts her. “We know what you thought, but you thought wrong. You’re staying with us. At the penthouse, at RHL.”
“But what about Mocha Lisa and my apartment?” Savannah looks to us for the answers.
And we have them.
Rory leans forward. “You’re quitting that job, that’s for sure. You were attacked there. I’ll have nightmares if you go back.”
“And you can sublet your apartment, sell your contract, or something else,” Hunter adds.
Savannah’s brows furrow. “You all seem to have given this a lot of thought.”
“We have,” I admit. “Because it was an easy decision to keep you.”
“What is this?” Savannah’s face pinches, and she starts typing on her laptop.
Rory turns his attention to her screen, and his eyes widen. “Oh. That’s not?—”
Savannah cuts him as she reads from a list. “Gabriel Castillo. Isn’t he the head of MS13? Why does he needseparate systems instead of a centralized one?”
