Read Online No Test for the Wicked: A Lexi Carmichael Mystery, Book Five by Julie Moffett - Free Book Online

Did he hurt you?”
    My legs were shaky, but I steadied myself by holding on to Slash’s arm. “I’m fine. Where
were
you?”
    He pulled me into a hug. “I got hit from behind. Knocked out for a short time.”
    “When you didn’t answer your phone, I got worried. Are you okay?”
    “Fine, now that you are safe. What the hell were you thinking, chasing him?”
    “I wasn’t chasing him. Just following at a discreet distance, until he parked and got out. I was just going to see where he was going and let you know. But he must have spotted me.”
    Slash let out a breath. “Before our next date I’m going to give you a lesson in Surveillance 101.”
    “Maybe we can just eat at home on our next date.” My stomach growled.
    He smiled and then winced, rubbing the back of his head. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
    “I was just kidding. You need some ibuprofen.”
    “I’m good as long as you’re with me.” He slung an arm around me, then steered me to the car. “Let’s go.”
    I pointed at the two guys who were loading the man who’d accosted me into a dark sedan. “Are those the FBI agents?”
    “
Si
. They’re taking him to the police station. They’ll need an official statement from us on what happened.”
    “Okay. How did you find me?”
    “There’s a tracker on my car. We weren’t far behind you. I toyed with calling you, but I didn’t want to distract you.”
    “I’m just glad you showed up in time.”
    Slash kissed the top of my head. “You keep bringing me years closer to my grave. We’re going to have to talk about that. Did he say anything to you?”
    I reached up to touch my neck. “There wasn’t much talking. He just kept asking me what I knew. He also freaked out when he saw my work badge and discovered I’m the director of Information Security for X-Corp.”
    Slash stopped, studied my face. “That bothered him?”
    “Yes. He asked me what I knew of their plan.”
    “What plan?”
    “I don’t know. You came just after that.”
    He thought for a moment and we resumed walking toward the car. “Okay. Gives us something to question him about.”
    “I’m sorry. I should have stayed in the car like you told me.”
    “No, it pains me greatly to say it, but you did exactly the right thing. Do you know who he is?”
    I shook my head.
    “Ansari Zogby. Just as I suspected.”
    “The youngest of those two brothers from Pakistan?”
    “
Si
. The results from my photo came back while we were following you in my SUV, which has a tracking device.”
    “So you were right.”
    “I was. I followed him to a ground-level apartment. I went around the back and was able to see inside the living room through a gap in the curtains on the patio door. Guess what they were doing inside?”
    “I bet playing poker isn’t the answer.”
    “Making bombs. I reported my findings to the FBI and shortly afterward, I got hit from behind.” He rubbed the back of his head again.
    I gasped. “Holy cow. Did they capture the people in the apartment?”
    “While the FBI came to my rescue, they got away. Except for Ansari Zogby, thanks to you. But we got most of the materials and the bombs they left behind. There were a great deal of materials there, but not many bombs.”
    “Maybe they didn’t have time to make them yet.”
    “Perhaps, but we can’t assume that. I’m afraid we have to prepare ourselves for the possibility they made many and have them stored somewhere else.”
    “Wow. That’s scary. But at least you have Ansari.”
    “
Si
. We will question him hard. But it will be very important for you to remember every word he said to you if you can.”
    “You know I can. I’ve got a pretty good memory even under duress.”
    “That’s my girl.” He hugged me. “After that I’m going to feed you.”
    “Promises, promises.” Then I sighed. “Don’t bother. I’ll just have something from the vending machine at the police station.”
    “That’s an appalling thought.”
    “The