“I’m telling you, Jon. It was the right move. She had to go. And now I’m ready for what comes next.”
And so was Jane.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“It was a risky move,Matthew. They tried to kill her,” Jon Haversham said.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
She heard some static. Jane wished Hal had a better angle, but the miniature camera he’d planted in the living room that looked through to the dining room and kitchen didn’t have the best definition. She could see Scott frowning until he turned his back on her.
“Relax. We’ll hear what we need to.” Hal adjusted something, and the conversation grew crystal clear.
“What do you mean?” Haversham asked. “The report on the attack at the ferry listed Jenn Sullivan as the gunshot victim.”
“Yes, but she was there meeting with Jane Cannon.”
A chuckle, then Haversham said, “Your penance for sinning so much in your youth.”
“Is he wrong though, do you think?” Hal murmured.
“Shh.”
Scott huffed and warmed his food in the microwave. “Very funny. Jane is a wildcard. I wish she’d come clean with whatever Dan told her.”
Jane’s heart raced.
“We both know the Mazzucas found him out. They used you to do it,” Haversham said quietly.
“I know.”
That was it. The confession she’d been waiting for.
“If I’d been a little faster on the uptake, if I’d realized they were reporting everything back to Leo Mazzuca, I’d have taken Dan out of rotation. But I thought we’d compartmentalized what our mole had access to. I thought we had time.”
Hold on. What?
“Look, we both knew it was a risk. If I’d thought they knew about Simmons, I’d have ordered you to pull him out. He wasn’t supposed to be engaging with the crew at the warehouse, not without eyes on him at all times. Why was he down there that night?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure Jane knows either. That email exchange between her and Dan was obviously fake. But even if she had knowledge, she wouldn’t tell me.” He frowned and removed his plate from the microwave, then walked to his spotless dining room to eat while he talked to Haversham. “I get the impression she doesn’t like me.”
“None of them do.”
Scott muttered something under his breath as he ate one bite at a time, cutting his food into small pieces. He ate like a robot, controlled, precise.
Jane actually liked him a little bit better for that. But not much.
“Matthew, doing your best to keep on top of everything your squad is doing isn’t making you any friends. You’re micromanaging.”
“But I need them to know I’m watching so they won’t seeyoukeeping an eye on them.”
Clever.
“Although, if you think about it, making yourself a common enemy should make the squad tighter.”
“So they can retaliate against me?”
“Exactly. We’re closer to finding out who’s been keeping the Mazzucas up to date on our progress. But we need a little bit more before we close in. I’ve narrowed it down to three—maybe four—names.”
