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“To kill Stone and not hand him over to the FRU. Kirk promised to talk you out of confessing to killing your sister.”
“I don’t understand,” Eddie said.
“He took the files, Eddie. Stone was blackmailing the council not to turn him in.”
“That’s not an excuse. Kirk should have told me. I thought he was my friend.”
Chase swallowed. “Kirk told me about Kirsha. About the agent who planted the bomb.”
There was silence. “He shouldn’t have told you.”
“Look, I can understand why you did it. And I went to Burnett. He’s going to try to fix it.”
He heard the man who had been his father for the last four years let out a low growl. “I don’t need an FRU agent to try to fix it, Chase,” Eddie seethed. “I killed the guy who killed Kirsha and I’d do it again if he showed up today. And again tomorrow.”
“I know. And I don’t blame you. That’s why I told Burnett. He doesn’t hold you responsible either. If I catch Stone, I’m not going to kill him.”
“Kirk should have never asked you to do that,” Eddie said.
“I know.” He inhaled. “Look, Burnett has agreed not to let anything Stone says about you to come forward, but…”
“What?” Eddie asked.
“He wants to talk to you. I’m going text you his number. You should call him.”
“I can’t promise that,” Eddie said.
“Try.”
Eddie hung up.
Chase texted Burnett’s number, then went back to watching the ceiling fan.
* * *
Somewhere around three that morning Chase finally fell asleep. At five thirty his alarm rang. He sat up, hoping that big knot of pain in his chest had released.
It hadn’t.
His phone dinged with a text. His heart leapt, thinking it would be Della.
It was Burnett. Be there in thirty.
Chase texted back one word. Della?
His cell dinged back with two. Not talking.
Tossing his phone down, feeling helpless, he went to shower.
By eight, the shoe imprint had come in that matched the half were’s shoe. Chase got to give him the news. That felt good and he wished he could be there when Della’s father got the news that they’d caught the murderers.
At nine Burnett had Chase doing some filing. Filing? When that was done, Burnett had him fetching breakfast for Sam, Perry’s cousin, who was still being held in a temporary cell. Chase was beginning to feel like Burnett’s secretary.
When Chase returned, Burnett met him at the entrance. He handed the bag of food off to the receptionist—delivering the orders—and motioned for Chase to follow.
“We got something?”
“A cleaning lady just entered the house on Vermont Street,” Burnett said. “When she leaves we’re going to snatch her up and see what she knows.”
