A tinge of panic raced through her, her heart starting to beat faster. She swallowed it down and forced herself to clear her mind. “The only reason I can see Zamora two-timing Razo is if he’s profiting big-time.”
“The pricey clothes Zamora was wearing in your photos sure suggest he has money.” Mack lifted his injured leg over the other one, acting casual. Not his expression. That toldanother story. He was feeling the same pressure she was. “You think someone is trying to take over Razo’s business, and they convinced Zamora to help?”
She shrugged and wished she knew. How she wished she knew. Or could remember if shedidknow.
Harris entered the room, her hand sliding through her blunt-cut hair. “I thought I was going to get him to flip. Then he goes and lawyers up, even before we can ask about the miniguns.”
Addy nodded and faced Mack. “I don’t remember thinking there was another person in the picture, but we need to get to the safe house pronto. I can go back through my files. Maybe I have a lead on this guy Zamora’s protecting.”
Harris lowered her hand. “I’ll let Zamora stew for a while. Once his lawyer arrives, I’ll take another crack at him on this mystery person. I’ll also impress on him that he can go away for life as an accessory to the deaths of countless federal workers if he keeps quiet about the miniguns.”
“If that doesn’t get him to talk, I don’t know what will,” Addy said.
Harris nodded, but she looked more worried than Addy had ever seen her. “Keep me informed of your progress.”
She exited the room, her steps crisp and quick.
“She’s worried big-time,” Addy said.
“Yeah, I guess we all are.” Mack stood, grimacing as he walked to the door. He held his hand out. “After you.”
They made their way down the hall to the security area, where the guard released their phones and weapons. Sean and Kiley were waiting in the lobby and got to their feet. Addy studied them for a moment, willing herself to remember anything about them, yet she only got a sense of goodness and friendship. Maybe that was enough for now. At least it seemed like that was all God wanted her to know.
She expected them to ask questions, but instead they remained silent. A uniformed deputy escorted them to a sideentrance, where Sean and Kiley exited first. Mack held Addy back at the door until Sean gave the all-clear. She hustled to yet a different vehicle, this one a white ten-passenger van. The transport was becoming familiar to Addy. Sean driving. Kiley shotgun. Mack in the next seat. Her beside him.
He looked at her. “I’d like you to get down until we’re sure we’re not followed.”
With Zamora in custody, Addy thought it was overkill, but no point in arguing and stressing Mack out more. She dropped to the floor.
“We’re good,” Mack said. “Let’s get moving.”
Sean got the vehicle going, and Mack recapped the interview for him and Kiley.
Mack shifted his attention to Addy. “Something’s been nagging at me.”
“What’s that?” she asked, uneasy now.
“Zamora being at the hospital entrance we chose. How did he know we’d use that entrance? I can’t believe it was one of those ‘in the right place at the right time’ kind of things. Especially since logistically that would be the least likely place for you to leave.”
“You’re right. It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?” She met Mack’s gaze. “How did he know?”
Mack’s eyes narrowed. “I would suggest maybe a bug on your phone, but your phone is new.”
“What about a GPS tracker of some sort,” Sean suggested. “But where? It’s not like we’re using your car. Or even the same vehicle twice.”
Kiley swiveled to look over the seat. “So where could he have planted a tracker? And if he did plant one, why wait until today to take the shot?”
Addy took a moment to think. “The only item that’s been with me all this time is my purse.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Excitement burned through Kiley’s voice. “He could’ve put something in it when you crashed.”
“Only one way to find out.” Addy lifted the strap of her cross-body bag off her shoulder and started unloading items one at a time onto the seat by Mack. He was getting a firsthand look at the things she considered important enough to carry every day, but if he had an opinion on the items, he didn’t comment. She pulled out the last thing, a can of pepper spray.
“Nothing so far.” She ran her fingers over the bag’s lining, then went through each compartment again and came up empty-handed. She was both glad not to find anything and disappointed as they needed to figure out how Zamora had discovered her location. She started putting the items back into the bag. “Nothing.”
“Okay, so not your purse.” Mack tapped his finger on his knee. “Who in your office knew about the hospital transport plan?”
She paused with compact in hand and eyed him. “You’re thinking one of my fellow agents ratted me out?”
