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“Oh Jenny,” Fiona whispered. “I am so sorry that I ever involved you in this.”
Jenny could hear anguish in Fiona’s voice.
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that it would get to this point.”
“I always knew Edgar had it in him, I just didn’t think it would be directed at you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He didn’t just put money into an account in my name, he did it to the other temp, Angela.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jenny was stunned.
“Three days before I left town, Angela died in a hit and run. I went to the police station. They told me that the driver actually sped up when she was in the cross-walk. They didn’t have a lot of hope of finding the driver because the plates were muddy and the windows were tinted. It was just another black Ford near King’s Cross. You know everybody drives those.”
“So, Edgar killed her when she found out what he had done,” Jenny murmured.
“She told me that she was going to call the States, and she’d told Edgar that. That’s why she quit. Because she quit, before she was killed, and she was just a temp, nobody knew about her death. Nobody but me.”
“Why in the hell did she ever tell him she was going to blow the whistle?” Jenny got up off the bed and walked to the living room, unable to stay still any longer.
“Your guess is as good as mine. You know I was already making plans to leave, but as soon as she told me that, that’s when I slept on your couch. I can never thank you enough for that.”
“It was only for three nights. I can’t believe you were able to come up with a new identity that fast and move to Spain.”
“Yeah, well, I grew up in a sink estate—”
“Sink estate?”
“Like your projects. Like a bad neighborhood. I still had some friends from way back. What I can’t believe is that Edgar’s after you. You need to run, too.”
“No, I don’t. Edgar has to be stopped.”
“How can he be stopped if Mr. Lynch is on his side? He has more power than God.”
“I think it is mostly Edgar who is doing everything. I don’t think Mr. Lynch wants to lose everything he has by getting involved in this.”
“But he didn’t pay your ransom.”
“That’s not the same thing as trying to outright kill me,” Jenny said slowly. Maybe Edgar had something hanging over Mr. Lynch’s head.
“You said that there was another attempt on your life.” Fiona interrupted Jenny’s thoughts.
“Somebody pushed me into oncoming traffic.”
Fiona snorted. “Sure sounds like Edgar’s MO.”
“You’re right about that. Look, I need to get off the phone and tell my guy about all of this. He’ll need all of this new information.”
“Who’s your guy?”
“He’s one of the SEALs who rescued me. I’m living at his house for the time being.”
Fiona barked out a laugh. “Is he hot?”
“Shit. Why do all my friends ask me that question?” Jenny demanded.
“Because it’s important,” Fiona laughed. “So, is he hot?”
