“But you don’t have the names?” Kala asked. She’d been going between being their fun big sister who brought them beer and watched music videos with them to their interrogator.
It did seem to keep the girls on their toes.
“We were given photos, and our handlers knew all the proper informations,” Sosa said defensively.
She’d mentioned this before. “So you have handlers. Do you know their names?”
“I am to call them Mister or Missus. They change often,” Sosa replied.
“When we were younger, they traveled with us and pretended to be our mom or father.” Gabby seemed utterly forlorn.
Vivi had been working with them under the guise of being their guide. Ariel was having therapy sessions with them but thought they were still hiding something.
“But you didn’t have a handler for this job?” Kenzie asked.
“They say we’re trustworthy now.” Gabby’s chin came up with something akin to pride. “We even get some money and a nice hotel room. That I will never see again because you catch me.”
“Sorry about not letting you kill my father,” Kenzie said with a long sigh. “I’m sure your life was way better before.”
She shrugged. “I like the city. Dallas is nice. I’ve been a few times.” She glanced down at her watch. “I’m going to get ready for my session with the doctor.”
Sosa stood as well. “I’ll talk to her. She’s worried about Claire.”
They walked out, and Kala’s brows rose. “She’s been to Dallas before? I thought they weren’t allowed out of Europe. From what I’ve pieced together they’ve worked strictly in the Schengen Zone.”
That was Kenzie’s belief, too. The Schengen Zone was a group of countries that agreed to forgo internal border checks so movement could happen freely among the countries. Passports weren’t necessary when moving around the zone, and no one would question young women traveling with their parents.
But if Gabby had been to Dallas, then that wasn’t the case.
Kala hissed suddenly.
Kenz didn’t have to turn around to know who had entered the room. “Hey, Lucy. How was France?”
“It was good.” She rolled her eyes as she walked past Kala, who was making the sign of the cross. Her sister got distinctly more religious whenever Lucy was in the room. “I think I’ve identified a couple of patterns. I also think I found the house where Sosa and Gabby were kept. It’s a big-ass compound in the countryside. I couldn’t get close to it. It’s incredibly well guarded.”
Kala sat up, all professional now. “Can we connect Huisman?”
“Not yet, but I will.” Lucy sounded determined. “Something’s going down. I think he’s getting desperate. This whole assassination thing proves it.”
But Kenzie wasn’t sure. Sometimes Huisman’s “desperate” was all an act.
She had to wait to see who was starring in this part of the play.
* * * *
Ben watched as Tim’s whole face lit up. He grabbed his laptop and started for the door.
“I’ll catch you later,” Tim said, following after the young woman who’d walked by the doorway.
Cooper looked up from his computer. “Was that Gabby? Uh, does he know what she does for a living?”
Lou sat at the desk across from Cooper. They’d taken over this part of the building. It had been explained that once a group of men had used this lower floor as their offices. Robert often came in and told them stories of the men he called the Lost Boys. “I think it’s sweet.”
Ben was on Cooper’s side in this small disagreement. “I think it’s dangerous. We still don’t know why they’re here. I know Sosa had a big reaction to seeing a picture of Manny, but that could be an act.”
“Which is why we’re watching them carefully,” Cooper assured him. “And apparently Tim is watching them even more carefully. I noticed him hanging out with them both a couple of nights this week. I thought they were being friendly. You know something we don’t?”
He knew Tim pretty much fell for every woman they met, but he was awkward around them. “I think it’s safe to say he’s making hismove. I hope Gabby doesn’t kill him.”
