John
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The woman who’d seduced him—he was no longer acknowledging his own willing part in the previous night’s activities—had been out to get him. She could have ruined his chances with Brenda. She almost did.
The fact that after so many years, Brenda had finally come around, finally admitted what he’d known all along, didn’t lessen the anger. Because it wasn’t just Brenda that he could lose. If that woman had searched his house, had she found anything that could land him in prison?
He doubted it. He’d always been careful. Like when he ran down that pro-abortion bitch who was taking women out of state. He’d been careful. Left no evidence.
Still the situation with Wyatt and Isabella was different. There was way too much evidence that John had helped Wyatt. And while John hadn’t pulled the trigger to kill the old man, he’d been helping Wyatt to kidnap his ex-wife. Which could land him in trouble if it all came out.
The story he’d told Brenda was a good one. It was also not all that untrue. Wyatt’s wife probably was mentally ill. After all, what woman who wasn’t mentally ill would want to kill her own child?
The question was whether the courts and the police would believe him as Brenda had believed him, or whether they would believe this detective. They’d question Wyatt’s wife as well.
He was in danger. The life that he’d hoped for with Brenda was within reach, and it would be the cruelest irony if he now were arrested when all he’d done was help an old friend save his baby.
He would steer clear of the situation for a while. He’d arranged for Georgina to get help with the brat, and he’d set Wyatt up to keep his wife under control. He didn’t need to stay involved.
What he did need to do was protect himself. What he did need to do was stop this detective from prying too deeply into his life.
Brenda had given him the woman’s card, which had her business address and her name. Lizzie Vaughn. He’d make a few stops and then head to her office.
He knew what he needed to do next.