“It might come to that,” Bran said. “First I want to see what Tabby comes up with. If I haven’t heard from her by tomorrow, I’ll drive out there. If I can’t get something out of Ramos, I’ll call Special Agent Tripp and give him her location. Tripp’s with the Criminal Investigation Division at Fort Carson. He’s got one of Weaver’s guys in custody. With any luck, they’ll be sweating him hard enough to get some answers.”
According to what Bran had said, he hadn’t told Hunter Brady about the stolen chemical weapons, just that they were trying to find out who had murdered her dad.
Jessie thought of her father and his relationship with Mara Ramos. What if the woman had seduced him into aiding in the theft of the weapons?
The idea seemed so impossible she immediately abandoned it. Bran didn’t believe it and neither did she. Her dad was as honorable a man as she had ever known.
They left The Max and returned to the suite. Jessie spent the evening working on the article she was writing for Kegan’s Korner. She had turned in the one she’d written on the problems in Drover City a week ago. Since then, Factfinders had sent her a half a dozen emails asking her for something new.
She wasn’t sure how much she could say about the weapons theft at the depot, but she would push the boundaries as far as possible. She needed to get everything organized and documented. She had a hunch it was going to be one of her best pieces of journalism.
She sighed as she closed down her laptop. In order to finish the story, all they had to do was prove her dad’s innocence, find the people who had murdered him, and locate the stolen weapons before hundreds of people were killed.
All they had to do was stay alive long enough to get the job done.
