“I have to get the phone before we can do anything.”
Another nonstarter with him. “I’ll do that. Just tell me where to find it.”
“It’s in my dresser. The top drawer on the right.”
Her dresser. Where she also kept her personal things. Maybe she didn’t want him to look through it. “I can have Kiley get the phone.”
“Kiley?”
“Figured you wouldn’t want me going through your things.”
She tilted her head. “Actually, since we’re married, I think I’d prefer you going through my things rather than a stranger.”
“Kiley’s not a—”
“Stranger? Not to you, but at the moment she is to me. And at least I know I shared a life with you.”
“Right. Okay. Also, if you’d make a list of items you want from there—like clothes and stuff—I can get that too.”
“Thanks. I’d love to have clean clothes and not wash out my things every night.” She grabbed a paper and pen and jotted down a list. He watched, and she was very detailed on where he would find each item.
She slid it over to him. “Thanks for offering. But please be careful. Razo or one of his goons could be watching the house.”
She got out her phone and dreaded the call to Harris, but Addy tapped her supervisor’s icon and took a cleansing breath.
“Leigh,” she answered. “You better not be calling about the investigation.”
Addy’s dread intensified. “Sort of. I went to hypnosis, and I remembered the investigation and my accident.”
“Great. Wonderful even. So why do you sound like you lost your best friend?”
“There’s something else I need to tell you.” She explained about Camila, sticking to the facts and making it short.
Harris drew in a sharp noisy breath. “That’s not good, Leigh.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have done it, and I’m prepared to accept the consequences. Camila won’t talk to anyone else, so please, if you’re going to suspend me, don’t do it now. Not yet anyway. And don’t say I can’t meet with her because I’m on leave.”
“I’ll hold off on weighing in until I can process the information.” Harris let the call go silent. “I’m not even going to pretend you’re not working anymore. You need to talk to this girl, and if I get any flak, I’ll deal with it.”
Chapter 17
TENSION SURROUNDEDMACKas he drove the SUV, Addy sitting rigidly beside him in the passenger seat. Sean and Kiley had gone ahead in their own vehicle to set up surveillance for the meeting with Camila on the east side of Portland, and Addy was wired for sound and video. Camila had agreed to let Mack join the meeting, and nothing would stop him from being right by Addy’s side.
He glanced at her. She sat rigidly and peered out the window. His nerves might be taut, but he didn’t like seeing her so anxious.
“Tell me about Camila,” he said to cut the tension.
She looked at him. “She started dating Zamora at sixteen and reluctantly became part of Razo’s gang. He brought her in at a slow pace. Regular dates. Compliments. Gifts. It was six months before he asked for a favor.”
Mack nodded. “The guys in gangs are paranoid. They think their girlfriends will set them up.”
“Exactly. He was building trust. And when he thought he could trust her, he asked her to take messages for him. Then to help cut drugs. She was in love with him by this point, so she agreed.”
“A pretty typical process.” Mack shook his head. “Maybe not the age difference, though.”
“Yeah, twelve years is a lot. I was surprised when she told me that.”
Mist started falling, coating the windshield. Mack turned onthe wipers. “Let me guess. She started carrying more packages for him. Drugs and weapons.”
