“Relax, Jenny. I’ve taken care of it.” Kyle sent her a cool smirk. Jennifer had always hated when he looked at her like that. “I found them. It was pretty simple.”
“Them?” At first she’d thought he meant Wallace’s journals. That’s what she had been after. But no, it was something else. Something that had more of a payout. Or he would be looking at her that matter. “Who did you find?”
“Both. Dr. Jacobson. The nurse. Together.”
“They’re together?” Perfect, just fucking perfect. A woman like Izadora McNamara would have gone for a man like Dr. Allen Jacobson.
He would set her up for life. She had to give the woman her due. It was well played by Izadora. Jennifer had made similar decisions for herself thirty-five years ago. Wallace had been the ticket for her to save herself.
“Rumor has it he took her out of the hospital after the attack.”
“He was the man, wasn’t he? The one who interrupted the attack. I thought those assholes were making it up.” Trying to cover their own asses. Failure meant they wouldn’t get paid. It was the law of the jungle. You didn’t catch your prize, you didn’t eat.
“No, it was Jacobson. Security cameras for the food bank down the street show his SUV leaving the parking lot just moments after it happened. He wasn’t alone. There were at least three other people with him, including a woman who was most likely unconscious at the time.”
“How did you find all this? I’ve been trying to find her for days.” For two separate reasons. Izadora, so she could be removed from causing problems completely—to get back at that damned Jake MacNamara, too.
Allen Jacobson because Wallace was absolutely convinced Jacobson had those damned precious journals Wallace was going on and on about.
Jennifer stood where she was while Kyle came toward her. His hands slipped around her waist and he pulled her against his hard body. He had always prided himself on being fit. She’d enjoyed exactly what that meant for her. Younger men—they had all the energy she loved. “Easy, darling, when you have the right sources. And know the right way to play them.”
Jenny accepted the subtle dig for what it was. Kyle had never let her get away with anything; he called her out on her faults when it was needed. Yes, she been reckless, careless, earlier. But she had learned her lesson.
“The journals Wallace is obsessing over?”
“I’m working on that. Rumors say that Jacobson was spotted carrying a bag of what looked like purple books out of the hospital that very afternoon. He most likely has them with him.”
“So where are they going?”
“In a van, traveling south. A Mercedes, I believe. Probably toward Mexico. Rumor has it the mayor may have something to do with getting them out of the country soon. That’s what my source at the hospital and at city hall both said.”
“We’ll need to stop them. I need those journals.” If it was the only thing that bought Wallace’s sanity, then she’d pay the price for them in a heartbeat.
Kyle had a cold, calculating look in his blue eyes that she didn’t quite trust.
Because she knew him to the bottom of his feet. In every way.
Whereas she’d been Dennis Lee’s protégée, this was hers. She had trained him well.
“I am already on it. Expect reports of their bodies very soon. I’ve decided…it’s just easier to have them meet with an accident or a mugging—travel can be so hard on unsuspecting tourists, after all. Then we’re through with them. If something happens to her hundreds of miles away—well, that’s better for you, isn’t it?”
Yes, she had trained him well.
Very well indeed.
Sometimes, even she feared the monster she’d created.