finishing off Rob’s killer when he had the chance.
And damn if he didn’t want to sink to his knees and spill it all out to Jenna right then and there. Judging by the look in her eyes, that was what she wanted too, more than anything. Instead, he said, “How about tomorrow I give Dan a call? Maybe he knows something about the smuggling.”
If they could figure out who was behind the illegal drug and weapons shipments, if he could find real proof, then maybe he could find a way to end this.
“That’s a good idea. Is there anyone else you trust enough from your team to ask about it?”
“None who are still alive.” Despite Dan’s efforts, Olszewski hadn’t made it either.
She blanched, then nodded and scurried into his bedroom.
No matter what, he couldn’t tell her about that awful day. It was his cross to bear. The truth held too much power, and if it came out, she’d get hurt. She thought that knowing the truth would bring her closure. But it would only bring more pain.
It would be a long, hard fight to protect her from herself, but it was the only job he had, and he intended to do it or die trying.
On Monday morning, Jenna was back at the breakfast bar—it was either that or the futon—listening in while Mick talked to Dan. Based on his end of the conversation she was pretty sure Dan didn’t know anything.
Mick signed off and met her gaze. “He had no idea that our guys were involved, or that Rob had been tracking them. I mean, we all knew drugs and weapons were moving in and out of Afghanistan illegally, but Dan didn’t know Claymore was part of it.”
Well, what now? If Claymore had any influence at the State Department, handing over the photos could put her and Mick in more danger. Same for the local police. If she gave them the images, they might be better equipped to solve the case on her house, but if local detectives started investigating the men on Rob’s team, it would only confirm for Claymore that she had evidence. And who knew what they’d do then…
Besides, the cops had no jurisdiction over anything that had happened in Afghanistan, and she wanted the keep the evidence for use as leverage. Things had been quiet over the past couple of days, but she didn’t think that would last forever.
Her affinity for following the rules plagued her, because surely withholding potential evidence was a crime of some kind, but she didn’t think sharing it would be a good move right now. Mick didn’t argue. In fact, he seemed relieved that she didn’t want to turn over the photos, but when she asked him why, he wouldn’t answer. “It’s your choice,” he said.
Some help he was.
Not sure what her next step should be, Jenna decided to check in with Tara at work. “Is the date over yet?” she asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cut you off like that yesterday.” Tara giggled. “Colin was kind of, um…persistent.”
Again, in the category of don’t need to know . “I was just surprised that you let him spend the night on your first date.” Kind of. Not really.
“Actually, I didn’t. We ended up going out on Friday night. It was so romantic. We toured the monuments at night after having dinner at a great little kabob place in DuPont Circle. And you’d be so proud of me, Jenna. I turned him down the first night.”
“Oh. Well, great. I hope it works out.” Be careful.
“Me too.” Tara’s voice was rich with the excitement of new romance.
Wow, she was really falling for this guy. Jenna tried to dial back her cynicism, because she wanted her friend to be happy. She deserved to have a good man in her life for a change. Hopefully, Colin could be that guy, in spite of whatever misgivings Mick had. “It’s great to hear you sounding so happy, Tara.”
“Thanks. I can’t give you a lot of details right now, though, because Wicked Wanda of the West is on a rampage today and she’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Jenna had to
And damn if he didn’t want to sink to his knees and spill it all out to Jenna right then and there. Judging by the look in her eyes, that was what she wanted too, more than anything. Instead, he said, “How about tomorrow I give Dan a call? Maybe he knows something about the smuggling.”
If they could figure out who was behind the illegal drug and weapons shipments, if he could find real proof, then maybe he could find a way to end this.
“That’s a good idea. Is there anyone else you trust enough from your team to ask about it?”
“None who are still alive.” Despite Dan’s efforts, Olszewski hadn’t made it either.
She blanched, then nodded and scurried into his bedroom.
No matter what, he couldn’t tell her about that awful day. It was his cross to bear. The truth held too much power, and if it came out, she’d get hurt. She thought that knowing the truth would bring her closure. But it would only bring more pain.
It would be a long, hard fight to protect her from herself, but it was the only job he had, and he intended to do it or die trying.
On Monday morning, Jenna was back at the breakfast bar—it was either that or the futon—listening in while Mick talked to Dan. Based on his end of the conversation she was pretty sure Dan didn’t know anything.
Mick signed off and met her gaze. “He had no idea that our guys were involved, or that Rob had been tracking them. I mean, we all knew drugs and weapons were moving in and out of Afghanistan illegally, but Dan didn’t know Claymore was part of it.”
Well, what now? If Claymore had any influence at the State Department, handing over the photos could put her and Mick in more danger. Same for the local police. If she gave them the images, they might be better equipped to solve the case on her house, but if local detectives started investigating the men on Rob’s team, it would only confirm for Claymore that she had evidence. And who knew what they’d do then…
Besides, the cops had no jurisdiction over anything that had happened in Afghanistan, and she wanted the keep the evidence for use as leverage. Things had been quiet over the past couple of days, but she didn’t think that would last forever.
Her affinity for following the rules plagued her, because surely withholding potential evidence was a crime of some kind, but she didn’t think sharing it would be a good move right now. Mick didn’t argue. In fact, he seemed relieved that she didn’t want to turn over the photos, but when she asked him why, he wouldn’t answer. “It’s your choice,” he said.
Some help he was.
Not sure what her next step should be, Jenna decided to check in with Tara at work. “Is the date over yet?” she asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cut you off like that yesterday.” Tara giggled. “Colin was kind of, um…persistent.”
Again, in the category of don’t need to know . “I was just surprised that you let him spend the night on your first date.” Kind of. Not really.
“Actually, I didn’t. We ended up going out on Friday night. It was so romantic. We toured the monuments at night after having dinner at a great little kabob place in DuPont Circle. And you’d be so proud of me, Jenna. I turned him down the first night.”
“Oh. Well, great. I hope it works out.” Be careful.
“Me too.” Tara’s voice was rich with the excitement of new romance.
Wow, she was really falling for this guy. Jenna tried to dial back her cynicism, because she wanted her friend to be happy. She deserved to have a good man in her life for a change. Hopefully, Colin could be that guy, in spite of whatever misgivings Mick had. “It’s great to hear you sounding so happy, Tara.”
“Thanks. I can’t give you a lot of details right now, though, because Wicked Wanda of the West is on a rampage today and she’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Jenna had to
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