Jethro nodded. “Yeah. It’s Latin for Vosegus, who was a Celtic god of hunting and forestation.”
Angus exhaled. “Lassiter was big on the Celtic gods.”
“I remember,” Jethro said somberly. “Of course, anybody studying the case would know that if they had access to all the case files, which we’re assuming.”
Angus didn’t respond to that thinly veiled question. Instead he turned the page. “Did anybody get their hands on the note found with the fourth body?”
“No.” Wolfe leaned back in his chair. “No other notes have been entered into any computer system. Metro might be worried we can hack their system, or they’re trying to keep information from the HDD so they can solve the case, or maybe they’re just being cautious. Is there any chance your friend will slip us info?”
“Tate?” Angus snorted. “Not a chance. Even if he doesn’t think I’m guilty, he won’t risk his job. I wouldn’t blame him.”
Nari flattened her hand on the table. “Special Agents Fields or Rutherford might be able to get us any notes.” She focused on Angus. “You’re going to need a lawyer.”
Angus tapped his fingers on the table. “I know. Does anybody know of a good one?”
Nari thought through her friends. “I know a couple, but you’re going to want a defense attorney, and one of the best. I’d have to ask around. I’m surprised you agreed to hire a lawyer.”
He leaned forward. “If I get charged, I’ll have a right to see the evidence against me. Those notes would count.”
“Yeah, but you also won’t be able to hide out from the police,” Nari said quietly. She hadn’t liked that idea anyway.
Angus looked at Jethro. “I need a phone. Can I borrow yours?”
“Oh.” Wolfe reached into the pack he’d set by his feet. “I forgot. Brigid secured several burners for the two of you.” He tossed a couple across the table. “Just in case.”
“Thanks,” Angus said.
Nari reached for the burner, feeling guilty at even needing one.
Angus caught her expression. “Listen. Whoever is after us might be able to track us via GPS, so we shouldn’t have our phones with us. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
She held the small device in her hand, her anxiety up. It was time to get back to a routine she could live with, and that started with returning to work the next day. Maybe she could even get some information on those other three notes so they could finally put this case to bed. “We’re doing a lot wrong,” she muttered.
Wolfe looked at them and then at Jethro. “I need a break. How about we grab lunch and catch up? It’s been a while since I saved your ass in Mexico and you still owe me a couple of meals.”
Jethro slid off his stool. “I can’t argue with that. Of course, you did get me shot first.” He grabbed his jacket by the door. “We’ll bring you two something back. Any allergies?”
“No,” Angus said, while Nari just stared at them, her face heating up.
She cleared her throat. “You don’t have to leave us. We’re fine.”
Roscoe bounded off the sofa and stood by the door expectantly. Even the dog wanted to be away from them? Nari frowned at the disloyal pooch, who gave her the soft, puppy eye look. She softened. Had the tension been that thick during the meeting?
“’Bye,” Wolfe said, quickly escaping with Jethro and Roscoe right behind him. As soon as the trio left, the entire apartment quieted.
Angus set his burner on the table. “So.”
“So.” She twirled hers around and tried not to look at him. “You had no right to try to force me to take a vacation with Wolfe and Dana.” Her shoulders went back and she braced for an argument.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Angus said.
Her head jerked so fast her neck hurt. “What?” She stared at his rugged face.
He shrugged. “You were right. This guy is after you as well as me, and you have every right to hunt him down. Getting you out of town would make things easier for me, not for you. It was selfish and I’m sorry.”
She wobbled, almost falling off her stool.
He rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. I’ve apologized before.”
