“I’ve wired you.”
“Name?”
“Simon Lane.”
“That’s—”
“It’s not him. What do you suppose the chances are of another man with a similar name being an FBI agent?”
“Given multiverse theory...” He hisses in a pained way. “Christ.”
“What did she do this time?” I open the door to find the cabin empty. Pity. It would have been nice if my sunshine had been waiting for me. On her knees.
“You don’t want to know. One sec.” His voice grows distant as he talks to his lady. “All right, I’m back. Simon Lane, FBI. Anything else?”
“That’s why I come to you.”
“Too true.” More click-clacks come from his keyboard. “I’ll contact you when I have it.”
“Micah, check in on our usual target too.”
“Concerns?”
“Just tell me where he is.” I hang up as I close myself inside the cabin. Until I know more about the Fed, I better stay dead.
The minute I move away from the door, I sense something is different. It takes a minute to work out what as I scan a cabin that looks exactly like it did when I left earlier.
Ammonia. Copper.
They’re faint but detectable.
A wrinkle in one corner of the covers. The way the sheet bunches like it hasn’t been properly tucked.
Moving to the bed, I lift the side of the mattress my sunshine has been sleeping on to reveal a hunting knife.
Well, now, this is interesting.
39
Summer
When I park the rental, Dizzy crawls over the seat and lands on Kelsey’s lap. She kisses the surprised woman on the cheek. “You don’t mind if we get a little friendly, do you?”
“I live on a rock tour, remember?” Kelsey pinches Dizzy’s side. “Just watch where you put your bony butt.”
“Are you ready for this, Summer?” Dizzy asks.
Am I ready to get a confession? Get some payback? It’s hard to take a full breath unless I concentrate on doing so. I want them to know they aren’t going to get away with what they did to me anymore. I’m going to make sure they don’t do it to anyone else in the future. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Dizzy squirms, staring out the windshield in front of me. “That’s the place?”
“Only mechanic in town.” It seemed like as good a place as any to start.
“And which naughty boy lives here?” Dizzy cranes her neck.
“Kurt.” I bite my lip as I gather up my bag of supplies. I did check for any other addresses that might have been listed for him, but it seems when he took over the garage, he also took over the apartment above it. “It would have been easier to get Travis to talk, but as far as I can tell, he still lives with his mom out at their place in the pines. As much as the woman is a part of the problem, I have no interest in making this more complicated than it has to be. According to my online research, Kurt lives on his own. No girlfriend. No roommate.”
My hand is shaking as I reach for the door handle. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. Until Rebel pushed me out of my comfort zone, I was a good girl. Overly protected by my brothers. Putting on a tough girl face.
