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“Yeah. Basically it.” He glanced into the rearview mirror. “I’ll tell you more later. Promise. But business first.”
Something inside her cried out to provide comfort at such a painful memory. Kara slid her hand over his right hand. He glanced at her again but did not pull away. Instead, he squeezed her hand slightly and then released it, his expression serious once more.
Two hours later, he pulled into the parking lot of a one-story office building with offices for rent.
Hand on Dylan’s arm, Jace escorted him into an office with an FBI sign stenciled on the glass. Inside, a blast of cold air greeted them. A man sat at a reception area earnestly typing on a laptop. He glanced up.
“Special Agent Beckett?”
Jace nodded.
The man dialed a number and Rafael appeared out of the back, this time dressed in black slacks, a white shirt and a tie loosened at the throat. Rafael inclined his head and Jace led Dylan away. Before he did, she gave her cousin a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand.
Dylan looked terrified. She supposed they would formally charge him.
Kara regarded Rafe as if the man was an enemy. “I see you made a safe escape on Jace’s bike after we left the warehouses.”
Rafe didn’t blink. “I was faster than the guys chasing me.”
“I suppose I should be polite and say I’m glad to see you again, Agent Rodriguez, but I don’t like lying. I will let you know I am here against my wishes.”
He cocked his head at her. “It’s Supervisory Special Agent, but please, call me Rafe. Miss Wilmington, you’re under no duress. You are free to leave, if you wish. I’m not placing you under arrest. But the jewelry in your possession is evidence, I’m afraid. May I?”
With a gaze as hard as the diamonds themselves, Kara handed over all the jewels. Rafe opened the bag and removed the necklace. The agent sitting at the desk whistled.
“Sweet. What are they worth, at least six figures?” the agent asked.
Kara didn’t bother replying, only kept eyeing Rafe. The temperature in this office probably dropped at least twenty degrees with her attitude, but she didn’t care. She was too concerned about Dylan.
Rafe closed the bag and handed it to the agent, who walked away with it. “Thank you for turning over the evidence.”
A casual shrug. “It’s not as if I had a choice.”
She stepped outside, into the humid Georgia air, to call her parents. Kara made her call brief, sticking to the facts, suggesting her father call his sister to give her the news.
Maybe, finally, her aunt would agree to receive the help her father had always offered. No matter. Her father, always concerned about his sister, would hire one of the best attorneys in Florida.
When she returned inside, she asked about Jace and was told he was meeting in the back with the suspect.
The suspect. Her cousin. Kara’s chest felt hollow with grief. How had Dylan gone from a kid who only wanted to race his bike to being involved with a gang who stole and murdered?
She sat on the sofa in reception to wait for Jace. Kara scrolled through her phone, too anxious to focus. Jace had promised the prosecutors would take it easy on Dylan. Surely, he would deliver on that promise.
She banked on it. Finally, after about an hour, Jace came out of the back office, his mouth tight.
“Kara, I’m going to have someone drive you to a local hotel. I’m going to be here quite a while.”
Her fingers gripped the purse straps. “What’s going to happen to Dylan, Jace? Please. I can’t leave here until I know.”
To her relief, he sat, putting them on an equal level. “I promised I’d do everything I can and I will, Kara. But it’s up to the US attorney. He’s facing serious charges. However, he is also material witness to a double homicide, and our best bet for catching Marcus.”
“And what about my cousin, Jace? He’s all alone now. He needs me. I need—”
“You can’t see him.”
Clipped, curt words.
She stared. “You promised to help him...”
