I suppose I’d become an accessory.
But I was already a perpetrator of several murders, and even though I’d shot those men in self-defense, I doubted law enforcement would see it that way. Especially if they learned who my companion had been. To be honest, when I was a detective, I probably wouldn’t have let myself off either.
I held his gaze. “As long as you don’t hurt any innocents, for now, I’ll follow your lead.”
Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Okay.”
“You expected a lecture?”
He made a face. “I expected you to set a line you refuse to cross.”
“It sounds like we just got confirmation Knox is selling and abusing human beings, and from where I’m sitting, we’re the only ones trying to stop him.” I paused. “But if I get recognized—or you for that matter—we’ll have to make some decisions.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up, and an amused glint filled his eyes. “Like which non-extradition country we’re movin’ to?”
“Know anyone who makes fake passports real enough to get us out of the country?” I teased.
“Got it covered,” he said.
My grin fell. “Wait. I was kidding.”
“I’m not.”
I considered what he’d said. Would I really run, if it came down to it? Or would I turn myself in?
What did it say about me that I leaned toward running?
Chapter 15
“Is our next move finding Razor?”
“Not yet. I have another idea.”
When he didn’t volunteer the information, I asked sarcastically, “Care to enlighten me?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Sorry. I’m used to working alone.”
“Or bossing people around,” I said in a dry tone.
A hint of a grin lifted his lips. “That too.” He slung one hand over a steering wheel as he turned a corner. “I want to drop in on an accountant.”
“An accountant?” I asked in surprise, but it actually made sense. If we were collecting evidence, we could possibly get racketeering or tax evasion charges brought against Knox. “So you are turning this over to your handler.”
He pushed out a heavy breath. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Is this about covering our bases?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d feel more comfortable if you laid all your cards on the table.”
His hand twisted on the steering wheel, indecision on his face, before he said, “I’m working with someone in Homeland Security. That’s all I can tell you right now.”
I took a moment to process that. Homeland Security. Most people associated them with immigration enforcement, but they covered so much more. Like human trafficking. It actually made sense.
“How’d you get hooked up with Homeland Security?”
He grunted. “What part of that’s all I can tell you right now did you not understand?”
