She nodded though he couldn’t see her. “Okay.”
“Will you be safe until I can get there?”
“I’ve got Bran’s revolver and I know how to shoot. I’ll be all right. But Brandon—”
“If anyone can take care of himself, it’s Bran. Just get to your hotel room and lock the door. Don’t let anyone in, and don’t go out until I get there, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Everything’s going to be all right. I’ll be there in a few hours.” The line went dead.
Jessie held on to the phone a few seconds longer, a lifeline to the brother she trusted to do everything in his power to help them. From the base, she drove back to the hotel, went up to the third floor, and locked herself in the suite.
She took the revolver out of Bran’s gear bag and set it on the dining table next to her computer. Bran’s laptop was set up, too, and he had internet access.
They had gone to Tripp that morning to present information that pointed in one direction. Edgar Weaver, at Holloway’s urging, had arranged her father’s death. But the discussion had never gotten off the ground.
Jessie brought up the file she had been creating. She went over each detail, stringing the pieces together, along with pertinent facts. She pulled up the pages she had copied from Georgia court records showing Weaver’s ties to the Aryan Brotherhood. Janos Petrov, Harley “Digger” Graves, and Wayne “Tank” Coffman, all members of the Brotherhood, had been enlisted by Weaver to put an end to her investigation before Holloway’s role could be discovered. Even if they had to kill her.
Petrov had been murdered by Coffman, directed by Weaver. Now Tank was dead.
She put in everything she knew about Mara Ramos, though with Mara in custody, it was information Tripp must already know or have access to. She needed the agent to question Mara about the personal information she had stolen from James Kegan—without his knowledge. Information later used to set up the fake offshore account that made him the scapegoat for the theft of the weapons.
Satisfied with what she’d assembled, she saved the file. She wanted to print the information for Tripp and Larkin, but to do that she would have to go down to the business center. As tempting as it was, she decided to wait until Chase arrived.
Jessie said a silent prayer that it would be soon.
