She smiled a bit sadly. “I know and I appreciate the offer. I’ll be fine. It’s just...thinking about your brothers makes me miss my family.”
“Yeah, I get that. Sometimes I think about my mom and dad. I’m lucky to have Chase and Reese.”
“Yes, you are.”
Bran kissed the top of her head and let her go. Missing the warmth, she reached for her coffee mug and took a sip. “So are we going after this guy, Tank?”
“Seems like the best option at the moment.”
“According to Digger Graves, Tank is supposed to be in Denver. We can stay at my apartment if you don’t mind being a little cramped. My friend Hallie has been watering my plants, but I could really use some clean clothes.”
“Might be risky. There’s a chance they’ll be staking your place out.”
Her shoulders slumped. “It’s possible, I suppose. But I’ve only been home off and on for weeks. Hallie’s never mentioned any problems, and I can’t imagine they’re just hanging around in case I show up.”
“We’ll check it out. If it looks okay, we can at least go in long enough for you to get some clothes.”
“Great.”
“We also need more info on Mara Ramos.”
Jessie had talked to Agent Tripp, but according to him, Mara’s social security number and personal information at the time of her visit to the prison had all checked out. Since then she had moved away, and they had no way to contact her. Bran had gotten lucky with the apartment manager. Now Tabby had tracked Ramos’s plates to California.
“Maximum Security has an office in San Diego,” Bran said. “I’ll call one of the PIs, have him check, see if Ramos showed up at her old address.”
Bran’s phone signaled just then. Jessie set her empty mug on the kitchen counter. “I’ll hit the shower while you answer the call.”
He flashed her a hot look that held a trace of disappointment. Jessie laughed as she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Bran to answer his cell.
