“Knox?” I called.
“Brody is really good with computers.”
“I know.”
“But Byron ferrets out terrorists.”
A chill slid down my spine.
“Fuck,” he bit off.
“So what you’re saying is, if he can’t find her…” I started it.
“…shit is hinky,” he finished it.
“Byron’s on his way,” I promised.
“Gotcha. I’ll tell the men.”
“I’ll let you go.”
“All right, baby. Love you. See you soon.”
“You will. Love you too, Knox.”
We hung up.
Willow came into the locker room.
“Raye’s dealing with some customers, but she sent me in to see if you’re good.” She studied me. “You good?”
“There’s something hinky with Knox’s mom.”
Her eyes rounded then they got pissed. “You guys don’t need any more nonsense.”
She could say that again.
“I asked Byron to look into her. He didn’t find anything. That’s weird, so he’s going to NI&S to talk to them about it,” I shared.
She came to me and slid her arm along my waist. “That’s good, honey. It’s in the right hands then.”
I hoped so.
But something was off.
None of it fit together.
Okay, sure, a woman escapes a dangerous husband, that tracks.
But a Jason Bourne-level disappearing act?
I had no answers. I just had feelings.
So the only thing I could do was go to work.
And that was what I did.
I circumvented the whole “pick me up outside” thing of Knox’s by leaving work extra early and driving downtown.
