the FBI, she pulled Harvey to the side and told him she’d gone through her husband’s things. Apparently she found a pricey bill for a high tech surveillance camera he had installed at his lab. She asked Harvey if they had found anything from the camera that they could use to find her husband’s killer.” Monahan shifted in his seat. “I didn’t see anything in the reports about a surveillance camera.”
Harrison felt the blood rush from his face. One word sprinted through his mind...FUCK. If there was a camera in the lab and it was turned on at the time of Forstin’s death, all three of them were going to lose their jobs. And that would be the least of their worries.
“I’ll check with Henry Gates and his team,” Conrad said. “See if they found something when they went through the lab the first time, but failed to put in the reports.”
Harrison glanced at his watch. “Check with Gates pronto,” he told Conrad before turning to face Monahan. “Where’s Rick Harvey now?”
“He’s on his way back to Los Angeles.”
“If nothing comes up after you talk to Gates, I want the two of you at Forstin’s lab in San Diego as soon as possible. Find that camera and if there’s a disc, destroy it.”
Kate looked from Jack to the police officer he held in a chokehold. The cop’s face turned red as he gasped for air, but Jack’s attention was on the big bald bad-ass cop across the room. Before Kate could tell Jack he might want to loosen his hold, the motel door came open, pushing Kate flat against the wall and keeping her hidden from whoever had just entered their hotel room without knocking first.
Through the space between the door hinges and the frame, Kate watched another man enter the room. This guy wasn’t wearing a uniform. A blue knit ski mask was pulled tight over his head and face.
The bald cop raised his gun.
A muffled gunshot sounded. The bald cop clutched his side and crumpled to the ground.
Kate remained silent. The guy with ski mask had a silencer on his gun, and he meant business. Shit. She didn’t know what to do. The masked man turned toward Jack, gun aimed and ready. Kate’s heart skipped a beat. The masked man still hadn’t seen her behind the door. She had to think fast. Pulling the towel from her head, she stepped into view and snapped the towel at the man’s wrist, catching him off guard.
The gun fell to the carpet. Kate lunged for the weapon.
The masked man seized a fistful of her wet hair and yanked her back against his chest. She kicked the gun toward Jack and tried to twist out of the man’s grasp, but he held tight.
The towel covering her fell to the ground. She was being used as a human shield...a naked human shield.
“Put the gun down,” the man with the ski mask told Jack, “or your girl here is one dead bitch.”
A groan erupted from the cop who’d been shot. He was alive.
Jack still had a chokehold on the other cop, but now Jack’s gun was aimed at the man holding her instead of the officer across the room. “Let her go,” Jack said.
The masked man slid his cold pale hand over her breast and squeezed. “What are you going to do about it?”
“He’s going to kick your ass, that’s what he’s going to do about it.” Kate jabbed her heel into the man’s shin, giving herself just enough slack to come up hard with her right elbow, straight into the guy’s nose. He stumbled backwards.
Kate bent down and picked up his gun and then covered herself with a towel.
Jack let go of the cop and crossed the room in a couple of strides, his face a maze of angry lines.
The old cop wheezed and coughed on the floor.
Kate watched Jack take a handful of the masked man’s shirt and thrust him against the wall. She’d never seen Jack look so menacing. Jack shoved the barrel of his gun into the masked man’s temple. “Touch her again,” Jack growled, “and your brains are going to paint the walls red.
“Get dressed,” Jack told Kate without looking her
Harrison felt the blood rush from his face. One word sprinted through his mind...FUCK. If there was a camera in the lab and it was turned on at the time of Forstin’s death, all three of them were going to lose their jobs. And that would be the least of their worries.
“I’ll check with Henry Gates and his team,” Conrad said. “See if they found something when they went through the lab the first time, but failed to put in the reports.”
Harrison glanced at his watch. “Check with Gates pronto,” he told Conrad before turning to face Monahan. “Where’s Rick Harvey now?”
“He’s on his way back to Los Angeles.”
“If nothing comes up after you talk to Gates, I want the two of you at Forstin’s lab in San Diego as soon as possible. Find that camera and if there’s a disc, destroy it.”
Kate looked from Jack to the police officer he held in a chokehold. The cop’s face turned red as he gasped for air, but Jack’s attention was on the big bald bad-ass cop across the room. Before Kate could tell Jack he might want to loosen his hold, the motel door came open, pushing Kate flat against the wall and keeping her hidden from whoever had just entered their hotel room without knocking first.
Through the space between the door hinges and the frame, Kate watched another man enter the room. This guy wasn’t wearing a uniform. A blue knit ski mask was pulled tight over his head and face.
The bald cop raised his gun.
A muffled gunshot sounded. The bald cop clutched his side and crumpled to the ground.
Kate remained silent. The guy with ski mask had a silencer on his gun, and he meant business. Shit. She didn’t know what to do. The masked man turned toward Jack, gun aimed and ready. Kate’s heart skipped a beat. The masked man still hadn’t seen her behind the door. She had to think fast. Pulling the towel from her head, she stepped into view and snapped the towel at the man’s wrist, catching him off guard.
The gun fell to the carpet. Kate lunged for the weapon.
The masked man seized a fistful of her wet hair and yanked her back against his chest. She kicked the gun toward Jack and tried to twist out of the man’s grasp, but he held tight.
The towel covering her fell to the ground. She was being used as a human shield...a naked human shield.
“Put the gun down,” the man with the ski mask told Jack, “or your girl here is one dead bitch.”
A groan erupted from the cop who’d been shot. He was alive.
Jack still had a chokehold on the other cop, but now Jack’s gun was aimed at the man holding her instead of the officer across the room. “Let her go,” Jack said.
The masked man slid his cold pale hand over her breast and squeezed. “What are you going to do about it?”
“He’s going to kick your ass, that’s what he’s going to do about it.” Kate jabbed her heel into the man’s shin, giving herself just enough slack to come up hard with her right elbow, straight into the guy’s nose. He stumbled backwards.
Kate bent down and picked up his gun and then covered herself with a towel.
Jack let go of the cop and crossed the room in a couple of strides, his face a maze of angry lines.
The old cop wheezed and coughed on the floor.
Kate watched Jack take a handful of the masked man’s shirt and thrust him against the wall. She’d never seen Jack look so menacing. Jack shoved the barrel of his gun into the masked man’s temple. “Touch her again,” Jack growled, “and your brains are going to paint the walls red.
“Get dressed,” Jack told Kate without looking her
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