“Fallon’s been with Garrison, and you’re hardly ever around her.”
The mention of his name reminds me of the entire reason we’re in this mess. Now that the Russians working for Tycos have resurfaced, what does that mean for Garrison’s involvement and my sister’s safety?
“Yeah, so about that. When are you finally going to lock him up?”
Rick shakes his head. “This isn’t a cut-and-dried situation, Luke. We’re getting closer, but we have some vital pieces missing. Thanks to today, we have two more leads to follow.”
Georginne and the only other surviving Russian mercenary were taken out in handcuffs.
“In the next few days and weeks, we’ll keep you updated on what surfaces with these two. In the meantime, you need to sit back and try to relax. We’re handling it.”
Handling it, my ass.
In the last two years, they’ve been investigating Reid’s death and the failed mission to kill Tycos, Russia’s leading mob boss. Whether or not they’re close to solving it is a mystery. They certainly haven’t been able to link Garrison to any of the guilty parties.
The sinking feeling in my gut confirms one thing for certain.
It’s time for me to tell Fallon the classified information about what happened in Dubai. I wasn’t prepared when she sprang it on me that she was marrying Garrison, but her safety is my top priority. I told her he wasn’t a good guy and she shouldn’t marry him, but she refused to listen. I was afraid telling her the truth of what happened could only put her in more danger, but things have changed.
If the mercenaries are activated and going after the SEALs who know what happened that night, will Fallon be safer if I tell her about her husband’s part in it all?
She has to know. You have to tell her. This is all your fault for telling Kate about the mole.
The determination begins to settle in my mind, and I look around at the agents in the room I’ll need to evade if I want to get this information to Fallon without being overheard. Their infiltration techniques get more advanced every year. I never know who’s listening.
I walk up to Kate, seated on the plush red velvet sofa near a table of dildos. An agent is still questioning her, but she’s clearly exhausted.
“I’m taking her home. You can set up an appointment with her if you have any more questions.”
The man starts to protest, but I ignore him, reaching for her hand.
“Let’s go.”
The look of relief on her features is evident, and I regret letting them talk to her for so long in her state. She needs to rest and recuperate. I tuck her under my arm. We pass by Becky on the way out, who I would also rescue, except that she’s excitedly retelling the cake-smashing part of the day to a group of FBI agents. Nikolai died from an extreme allergy to cocoa powder, thanks to Becky’s online stalking skills.
One guy stops her in the middle. “How did you know he was allergic though? To the point you’d be able to incapacitate him and get away?”
She smirks, winking at him. “This is what I do, honey. I had that boy’s name for one night, but I could tell you anything you wanna know.”
They erupt with questions, which Becky begins to answer one at a time.
Kate giggles as we get to the elevator.
“Think they’ll hire her?”
I shrug. “They’d be crazy not to.”
CHAPTER 33
KATE
“You should eat the broccoli,Dad. It has antioxidants.”
I hate talking to him like a child, but after the stressful week I’ve had, it’s nice to have a mundane, normal conversation with my father even if it’s not a stereotypical one between a parent and adult child. He doesn’t touch the tray placed in front of us on a rolling cart.
At least he recognizes me today.
“So, how is your new job going, honey?”
