“Sure, sure. So what can’t leave this room?”
“Gambol was contacted by an anonymous source that told him to look at all six deaths as connected. Mind you, at the time, the EMTs hadn’t been murdered yet. We’d just found Nurse2.”
“Someone planned it.”
“Yeah. From what you said, it seems Phillip is on his own mission, but he’s doing someone else’s work.”
“Maybe. He could have been the one who called.”
“He could have.” Rapp nodded. “But this tie to organ theft, Las Vegas, and the Kaminskis means something.”
“I know. I’m just not sure what. I suspected the Mazzucas for a while, but it seems like they’re just related to Dan Simmons’ death.”
“Maybe.”
She groaned. “We have a lot of maybes. I don’t like it.”
“Me neither. Let me mull on this. We should get the others to look at it too.”
She agreed. “Something’s really been bothering me though.”
“Besides Gina?” he teased.
She ignored him, and his grin widened. “How did Phillip know my name? And that we dubbed him Code Blue? Only us four and Gambol know that, right?”
Rapp straightened in his seat but didn’t appear alarmed. “Not exactly. We’re keeping this low key, but plenty of LEOs have been questioned in regard to this investigation. And I thinkDiego said something around the police when we picked you up at the parking garage in Ballard.”
“Shoot. But wait, that was after Phillip had already mentioned it.”
“Then maybe Gina or Diego said it around someone else. I know I didn’t.” He frowned. “Gambol wants this investigation to be quiet, but it’s not classified. And honestly, I wantmorehelp on this, not less. We’re running out of time.” He muttered, “Something he and I have been arguing about lately.”
So Rapp and Gambol were butting heads. She wanted to know how the pair knew each other, but it wasn’t her place to ask.
“Running out of time?”
“I’ll look into this. Are you feeling okay?” He glanced at her cheek.
“Right as rain.” A stupid thing to say, because that made her think of her cousin, Raine, who she didn’t want to talk to anytime soon.
Rapp nodded. “Good. Keep doing what you’re doing. We’ll have a group meeting tomorrow to catch up. And Jane, be careful. The attempt on your life wasn’t related to this case, but it’s still a threat.”
“Trust me. I haven’t forgotten.” How could she with Hal and Joe constantly demanding she check in when not at work?
“Good. Let me know if you need anything.”
She nodded and left to grab a late lunch. All the while, her mind kept circling back to Phillip and his odd ties to organized crime, conspiracies, and cover-ups…like that hushed-up DUI and the Harvester case in Las Vegas, worked on by ASAC Jon Haversham.
What would Sullivan have to add to that? She couldn’t wait to find out.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“You really do takeme to all the best places, Jane,” Sullivan said by way of greeting.
At eight o’clock at night in January, darkness blanketed the city. A pale moon gave little light, adding to the mystery of a gentle rolling fog creeping over the ground below.
The main ferry terminal, located at Colman Dock, Pier 52 on the Seattle Waterfront, was anything but empty. Upstairs and outside the building, she and Sullivan leaned over the railing, looking down at the line of cars waiting to board.
“Hey, you picked the place.” The terminal had decent foot traffic as the ferry continued to bustle people back and forth to Bainbridge Island and Bremerton from the city until well after midnight.
