“Do that,” Brantley instructed.“And then find out if it’s legit.”
“If it is, that makes it even more likely that Kylie’s alive,” JJ surmised aloud.“Calloway might be holdin’ her as payback.”
“What’s he gettin’ out of it by keepin’ her?”Brantley asked, genuinely curious.“At this point, he should’ve used her as leverage.”
“Maybe he’s waitin’ for somethin’,” JJ answered.“If he’s banked everything on Meredith testifying—which he’d have to be really stupid or really desperate to do that—then maybe he’s got her stashed away somewhere.”
Or there were a dozen other plausible explanations.None of which Brantley wanted to think about.At the moment, they were running on blind faith that she was alive.Until he had some sort of proof, he had to stick to the facts.
“If he does, we’ll find her,” Reese said.
Brantley heard the doubt in his husband’s tone.
“Let me do some diggin’ and I’ll get you what I can,” she replied.“When Baz gets back, I’ll have him call you with an update on Weaver.”
“Thanks, JJ,” Reese said.
“Yup.”
The call disconnected.
Brantley glanced down at the speedometer, realizing he was doing nearly twenty over the speed limit.He lifted his foot off the gas pedal, dropping back down.
“We’re gonna figure this out,” Reese said.“Let’s deal with the information we have first.We’ll proceed from there.”
Brantley nodded.“Call Archer and Atticus.Give them an update.They’re the ones leadin’ this shit show.”
Reese’s warm hand landed on his arm.“We’re gonna figure it out.”
“I fuckin’ hope so.”
Baz walked into the private office ofDr.Timothy Weaver.
He’d already been through the emergency department in search of the man, but was told he wasn’t on duty for another hour.According to one of the helpful nurses, Dr.Weaver was handling a few calls in his office.
And sure enough, the doctor was sitting behind a big mahogany desk, glasses perched on the tip of his nose while he stared at his computer screen.
“Dr.Weaver?”
The man looked up, eyes wary.“Yes?”
“My name’s Sebastian Buchanan.I work for Sniper 1 Security.We’re lookin’ into a case and your name came up.”
His salt and pepper eyebrows dipped low as he pulled his glasses off his face.“I’m not sure I can help you.Doctor/patient confidentiality and all that.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure that doesn’t apply in this case.”
Since the good doctor didn’t suggest he take a seat, Baz took it upon himself to get comfortable, a move that clearly made Dr.Weaver nervous.
“A little over a year and a half ago, a woman was brought in after she was struck by a car.According to what you told the family, you did everything you could, but you could not save her.”
That got his attention, but it only added more worry lines to his brow.
“Kylie Walker.”Baz paused, waiting to see if Dr.Weaver would recognize the name.
He did.
Yeah, he definitely did, but he attempted to hide his initial reaction with a frown.“I’m sorry.That was quite some time ago.I don’t recall.”
