“I have proof that it was Reid, the mole. As soon as I found out, there wasn’t time to share it with any of you. I was deciphering the messages that I intercepted. None of it made sense, until we were halfway through the last mission. It just clicked in my mind, and I knew it was him. I was going to tell you before confronting him, but he was communicating with them right then. He gave them our position. None of us would’ve made it out. I had to make a split second decision. I found out later they’d offered him a hundred million to hand us over. And he took it.”
It feels like someone is shoving a cold knife through my chest. “And why should we believe you? Maybe you got the hundred million.”
“Georginne.” Is all he says.
I raise a brow.
He glances around to make sure we’re still alone. “She was his contact. She’s been at Bradshaw Enterprises all this time, watching you, to see what you know, using Kate as a decoy. Georginne hacked into your system and hired Kate, planting the boyfriend with her roommate, all of it.”
“How do you know all this? Why shouldn’t I just believe you do because you’re still working with Tycos for more money?”
He reaches down for the bag on the pew beside him. I place my finger on the trigger of my nine mm in my jacket. He pulls out a USB, handing it out to me. I take it.
“I started dating Fallon to protect her. I didn’t mean to fall in love with her, but that is what happened. I found a lot ofevidence hidden on Reid’s laptop. He used her identity to hide the money. He put her in danger, Luke. All the evidence is there.”
“Why are you just now coming forward with this?” Henrick asks.
“Because I just found the missing piece. When Georginne turned out to be the plant in your office, I hacked into her files and the Bradshaw Enterprises database. It led me to a decoy account labeled as Fallon’s trust fund, and I found the hundred million. I was able to trace it back to Tycos.”
My heart thunders. If that’s true, my best friend really was putting my sister in danger for the money, using her to hide it until he could disappear. I clasp the USB tightly, looking at Henrik. I can see on his face that he’s half convinced.
“Fallonissafe with me, but...” Garrison looks around the empty church. “But they’re watching, Lynx, always.”
His steel eyes laser in on mine. He patiently waits for me and Henrik to leave the church before he follows us out, turning in another direction.
My hands shake until I touch the plane back down in Dallas.
I’mbeyond exhausted after having been awake for forty-eight hours and flying to the East, then the West Coast, back East and finally down home to Texas. I need a shower and my bed almost as much as I need to see Kate and hold her.
We plugged the USB into Henrik’s laptop while in the air.
And it was all there, all the evidence that Reid was the mole. I’m wrestling with myself over it, but I texted my sister and told her we needed to talk. I’m not sure how to deal with this moving forward. I need to know what Garrison’s plan is.
I finally pull into the parking garage. The elevator ride seems to take an eternity. Once the doors open to my penthouse, I see Jackson in the kitchen, making a sandwich.
“Hey, where’s Kate?”
He shrugs. “FBI told us the threat has been neutralized. Georginne—whose real name is Anya something—and the other guy said they were working alone on this mission. She was formerly working with Tycos, but he’s been in prison the last year and hasn’t been active in any US dealings. Apparently, someone you shot up over in Dubai was her grandson and Nikolai’s cousin. It was all for revenge.”
A sense of finality settles over me. If Reid was the mole and Tycos is out of the picture...the danger might really be behind us.
It sounds too good to be true.
“So, where is Kate?”
“She and the purple-haired girl left a few hours ago. Said something about a spa day.”
I stare it him for a moment, my thoughts taking longer to process through my exhausted mind.
Why wouldn’t she want to be here to see me?
“I’m going to shower and sleep.”
“Sounds good.”
I pull out my phone to dial her number. It rings six times as I walk into my bedroom, and then it goes to voice mail. My fingers begin typing up a text when I see a folded piece of paper on my pillow. My skin prickles as I pick it up, unfolding it to see a typed-up letter.
Mr. Bradshaw,
