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“They drugged you. Did you drink the coffee?”
He nodded, but barely, still holding his head. “Fuck,” he said again. “I don’t fucking believe this. How did I let this happen?”
“They drugged you, brother. It’s not your fault. It could have happened to anyone.”
“Yeah, but it happened to me. We’ve got to go after them.” Christian tried to get up, but his leg caved underneath him. Jake steadied him back to the floor.
“Easy tiger. You’re going to have to wait until whatever’s in your system passes.”
Christian groaned and banged his head against the wall and then groaned louder.
If the coffee affected a large man like Christian this badly, I didn’t want to think how my mother was feeling. Was she even awake yet? A part of me hoped she would be unconscious for most of the ordeal. They couldn’t torture an unconscious woman, could they?
“How did you know Christian was in this room?” asked Will.
Jake explained what we saw in the video and then how the guard remembered this room.
“If they carried the governor down the stairwell and outside, they must have had a car waiting. Where are the cameras outside of the building, especially the one outside this stairwell?” asked Will.
“I can find out,” said the guard.
Will nodded. “I’ll come with you. Once I have the license plate of the vehicle, we can ask the police to put out an APB on the car.”
“That’s a good idea,” said Jager, and Jake nodded as well.
Will and the guard left the room, leaving Jake, Jager, Christian, and me inside the walk-in closet.
“Thirsty,” croaked Christian.
“I’ll get you something,” said Jager. After he left the room, Christian groaned again.
“I should have never had a coffee. I was on duty.”
“You should have told us about the room,” said Jake.
Christian rolled his eyes. “I never thought I would be the one in it, damn it.”
Jake’s voice was soothing. “Stop blaming yourself, brother. This isn’t your fault.” But Christian’s eyes dropped, and he balled his fists. I knew he wouldn’t forgive himself anytime soon. Ironically, I wasn’t even angry with him. Jake was right. He couldn’t have known the coffee was drugged; my mom had been receiving room service for weeks, and somehow, those men had found out about it.
“My mom had mentioned something about an incident at one of her fundraisers. A man shouting from the back. Do you recall this?” I asked Christian. I was embarrassed to note that I hadn’t paid much attention when she told me about this, thinking it was just another example of changing the subject back to her whenever I told my mother about my day. If I had a bad day, hers was always worse.
He frowned, then nodded. “Yeah. This was a couple of weeks ago. The guy yelled about how she was ruining the country or something like that. The event security tossed him out, saying he was a regular. He hadn’t tried to approach her, just interrupted the event. At the time, I didn’t think it was specific to the governor.”
“Maybe not,” I said, trying to piece this all together.
“But someone knew which event she would be speaking at, where she lives, and even her most mundane routines.” I stood and paced the bedroom. “Someone knew my mother well enough to know when she took a coffee break. It had to be someone close to her.”
A thought popped into my head. I looked up at Jake, my heart in my throat. He stared back at me with confusion in his eyes, not following my train of thought. Perhaps I was all over the place, but it made sense in my head.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Her personal assistant would know all of those things.”
“Yes, but isn’t her PA a woman? I think I remember her from the photo op at the mayor’s office,” said Jake.
I frowned. “You’re right. But it’s worth asking her some questions, I think.”
“Who are you guys talking about?” Jager returned with a water bottle and passed it to Christian, who drank greedily.
