“What about the rest of the missing chemical weapons?” Jessie asked.
“We’ll be pressing for answers. From what we can tell, the second batch of weapons was a little side deal that Horton was involved in, but Holloway knew nothing about.”
Jessie felt a rush of anger for her dad.
“We pick up Horton,” Tripp continued, “we’ll find out who bought the weapons. Once we know that, we can figure out where they are.”
By the time the call came to a close, Jessie’s excitement had faded and fatigue had taken its place. Too many long days and sleepless nights. Too much heartache.
“Tripp and Larkin are working the case,” she said wearily. “It feels like our part in it is over and it’s time for us to go home.” She didn’t look at Brandon. Bran didn’t look at her.
“No reason to stay in Colorado Springs,” he said. “Let’s pack up and get out of here.”
Jessie didn’t argue. The urge to go home was stronger than ever.
She wondered if her apartment would actually feel like home when Brandon wasn’t there.
