Becs got to her feet, grabbing her phone from the table.When Evan opened the door, he stepped back so she could walk out first.The brilliant sunshine hit her like a spotlight.
“Wow.Was that room really that dark?”she asked, shielding her eyes with her hand.
“It was.”
She needed to invest in some sunglasses.
“Where to?”Evan asked when he got in the car.
“Atticus sent the addresses Charlie gave him for Allison.Said one’s a gas station, another’s a hotel, I think.”She tapped her phone, pulling up his last message.“It’s worth a trip to see if we can catch up to her.”
Evan didn’t say anything, just started the car.
Becs put the address into the navigation on the phone and got the directions.Although the silence was suffocating, she settled into her routine and pretended she had nothing to say to the man who’d given her hope for the first time in a very long time and yanked it away almost in the same breath.
Brantley sat with his arm resting onthe steering wheel.
“This is a bust,” he told Reese when it was clear Martin Calloway was not at work on a Sunday.
“Probably.”Reese sounded distracted, his attention still fixed on his computer screen, where it had been for the past hour and a half, ever since they pulled into the parking lot across the street from the FBI headquarters.
Unable to take it any longer, he leaned toward Reese to see the screen.“What are you lookin’ at?”
“Atticus sent this photo over.There’s a year—2006—and a name—Cicily Rose—on the back.He thinks Meredith and Decker had a kid.”
“Did someone bother to ask them?”
“Yeah.Becs and Evan.She said they didn’t confirm or deny, but both were visibly upset when they realized she had the picture.”
Interesting.“Did you figure out who she is?”
“I need JJ to do some digging.I can’t even find a birth certificate.”
“Maybe they put her up for adoption,” Brantley suggested.
“That’s my assumption, too.”
While Brantley was waiting for Reese to say more, his phone rang.He saw Baz’s name on the screen and answered.“Tell me you’ve got some good news.”
“Depends on how you define good.”
“Anything that will move this case forward at this point.”
“I spoke to Dr.Weaver.”
“And?”
The pause that ensued was nearly deafening.
“He told me that thefederal governmentpaid him five hundred thousand dollars to fake the death of a federal witness.”
It was a damn good thing Brantley wasn’t driving.He was positive he stopped breathing.
“Kylie’s alive?”Reese asked.
“According to Dr.Weaver, she was alive that day.He gave me the card of the agent he worked with.It was Calloway.”
“What do you mean she was alive that day?”Brantley asked.
