He pointed. “You’re obsessive. These are lined up by color and name, not to mention brand. Talk about a control freak.”
She reached around him and slammed the door closed. “I like to be organized. You’re the control freak.”
“Huh.” He looked around the kitchen. “I don’t think so.”
One of the boxes on the counter buzzed.
Nari winced and grabbed for the box, yanking out the new phone. “This one is mine. The other is yours.”
He reached for his box and opened it.
“Hello,” Nari said. It was a good thing the phone was the same model as the one she’d lost.
“Hey, Nari, it’s Brigid,” Brigid whispered tersely. “Are you with Angus?”
Nari went still. “Yes. Why? What’s going on?”
Movement sounded, as if Brigid had hunched over. “We’ve all been called in for questioning, but they’re really looking for Angus. I think they found some sort of physical evidence, but we haven’t been told what. We’re being threatened and all of that. If you’re at your apartment, get out of there. Or get him out of there.” Her voice rang oddly.
“Where are you?” Nari whispered back.
“In the bathroom at Metro headquarters,” Brigid whispered. “Honestly. Tell Angus to get somewhere safe and we’ll touch base as soon as we can. We need to find the real killer before they arrest him.” She abruptly clicked off.
Nari looked up to find Angus staring at her with an intensity she felt to her toes.
“What’s happening?” he asked. “Another murder?”
“No.” Nari shook herself. “Brigid said they were all called in and are being questioned about your whereabouts. I think they found more evidence and want you. We have to get out of here.” Even so, she opened the dishwasher to pile in the dishes.
Angus strode to the front door and shoved his feet into the boots he’d borrowed from Wolfe. “You can’t be with me.”
“Sure I can.” She was going to help him whether he liked it or not. “Right now, we aren’t supposed to know that the police are looking for you, so we’re not doing anything wrong.”
“No.” He ran a bruised hand through his hair. “Damn it. I can’t leave you here by yourself. Okay. I’ll take you to Wolfe’s, and then I’ll need to borrow your rental car until I get one of my own.”
She ran out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, hurriedly packing a suitcase with everything she’d need for a week or so. She returned, out of breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” She hustled toward the door, and Roscoe bounded into step beside her. “They’ll look here if they’re trying to find you. Let’s go.”
Angus followed her and made sure the door was locked. “You’re not arguing?”
“Nope. Wolfe is being questioned right now, along with everyone else, so if you drop me off at his place, nobody will be there. Also, I imagine the police are watching the homes of everyone on our team.” She opened the back door of the car so Roscoe could leap inside and then slide in. She grimaced as Angus motioned for her to scoot over. “Whatever.”
“They’re looking for me. If I need to outrun them, I don’t mind another ticket.” He pushed back the driver’s seat and started the car. “We probably only have minutes until they get here.” He sped out of the parking area. “Tell me there’s a back entrance to this complex.”
“Yep. Take the next right and then left.” She reached back for her seat belt. “Where are we going?”
“I have a storage unit a few hours away and we need to hit that for more supplies.” He took a corner slowly.
She secured the belt. “Like clothing?”
“Yes, as well as weapons and the copied case files.”
Figured. He couldn’t go minutes without his case files. “You know, if the killer isn’t Lassiter, it’s not our case. Why don’t you let Tate and Metro do their jobs and worry about getting yourself out of this mess?” She wouldn’t watch his obsession kill him.
“Because the team is the target, regardless of the killer’s identity.” He spoke almost absently and turned the radio to the news. “Let’s keep track in case they find another body.”
She looked at her purse on the floor. “Wait. I forgot my new phone.”
Angus kept driving. “Sorry, but it’s on your counter. Mine is turned off, and I’ll toss it in a garbage can on the way—once we’re far enough from your place. These phones can be tracked, and right now, I’d like to stay under the radar until we figure out where to go.”
