was Sarge. They called my backup when I reported the vandalism, but he’s…indisposed. They’ll wait ten minutes, or I have to meet them at the site.” Jasmine turned to him, her face a professional mask once more. “I have no right to ask anything of you after what just happened, but would you drive me to the cop shop?”
“Unless you can get us clear of these guys,” he said, nodding toward the slew of investigators roaming the perimeter of her apartment building, “I have a feeling we’re in for a long night here.”
“Leave it to me.” She stepped away from Luke and motioned to an officer. He couldn’t make out the quick dialogue between her and the cop, but she nodded in his direction and headed back to him.
“They’ll interview us later. Let’s move out.”
“Mount up.”
He grabbed her bag before she could heave it over her shoulder and, with a quick move, pressed a button on the keychain to unlock the doors of his SUV. She slid into the leather interior, and he slammed her door shut and rounded the vehicle. He slung her duffel in the back seat where it landed next to Joy’s second favorite toy, Sparkles. The pink elephant bounced to the floor.
Jasmine’s gaze latched onto the stuffed animal. “Now that’s not something I imagined Luke Montgomery would have in his big black SUV.”
He picked up the toy and arranged it on Joy’s car seat. “Things change. People change. Priorities change. Mine are family these days.”
She squirmed in her seat and laid her hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
His muscles tensed under her touch and he gripped the steering wheel. She could set him off with the smallest stroke, but he couldn’t afford to give in to the urge to take her home and keep her in bed for a week. Not if he wanted to keep her safe. He had to keep his mind clear.
“I didn’t believe you when you warned me, and my job put you at risk,” she said. “You should stay away from me, Luke, until we catch this guy. For your daughter’s sake if nothing else.”
She was apologizing to him ? “I appreciate the sentiment, Jasmine, but you don’t have the whole picture.”
“It’s simple. Someone took offense when I eliminated the kidnapper and wanted to let me know. The cops’ll find him.”
“You don’t get it.” Luke shifted the car into gear. “I received a call earlier today. Untraceable. About you.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“He’d read my article and didn’t like my portrayal of you as a hero.” She didn’t need to know how much of an understatement that had been. “He implied your secrets have something to do with my corruption investigation.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Maybe. Could be someone’s wanting me to focus on you. Or maybe they’re setting you up to be the fall guy for the whole investigation. I don’t know. Yet.”
“You’re looking for conspiracies where they don’t exist.”
The light changed and Luke gunned the car forward. “Whoever called me accused you of hiding your identity because you’re a murderer. Killer Cop was scratched into your car on the same day. That’s not a coincidence. They want me to expose everything about you.”
Even in the darkened vehicle, he could see her face pale as they sped under a streetlight.
“I’m a sniper. That’s it. I’m no murderer. I do what I have to do to save lives, but all my terminations were justified. You should know that since you’ve been poking into my life.” She rapped her fist against the window glass. “Can we just drop it?”
She could’ve been killed tonight, and she’d never flinched, but one mention of her past and she lost her cool like a rookie? Why?
“I’ll lay off for now, but there are a lot of blank spots in your history. The person on the phone knows something ,” Luke insisted. “He’s trying to make you look suspicious, and thanks to your evasiveness, he’s succeeding.”
“You suspect me ?”
Interesting question. She was
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