She wipes her eyes as she straightens her back and sits up tall. “What do you want to know about him?”
“Where are the weapons hidden?” Davis asks.
“I will need a pad of paper and a pen,” she says.
A second agent walks into the room carrying both. The agent also hands Davis a piece of paper.
“What were the coordinates you tried?” Nancy asks.
“That isn’t relevant,” Davis says.
“It is. You had the right numbers, just in the wrong order. Damien did that on purpose. He thought it was so brilliant.”
Davis takes the paper and writes something. “Here are the coordinates we have.” She hands the paper back to Nancy.
Nancy stares at it and then writes something below. “Here is the correct location.” Nancy pushes the paper across the table back to Davis.
“Why would Damien give you the correct location? Didn’t that put you in harm’s way?”
She sighs. “We were supposed to meet there. But he never showed up. That’s when I tracked his phone and found you all in the woods.”
Davis stands. “I’ll look into this.” She grabs the paper and pen and leaves the room.
Nancy slumps back in her chair, staring at her hands. The woman doesn’t appear sad. It’s something else. More like determined. I hope it’s determined to tell us Damien’s lies.
Harding’s phone rings. “Do you believe her?” Harding asks when she answers. She puts it on speakerphone.
“I do. The new coordinates place the weapons on the edge of a forest. I’m sending a team to extract them now. I’ll let you know what we find. Oh, and that paper I was handed stated the pregnancy test came back positive. She’s telling the truth about that, at least.”
The call ends, and Harding smiles. “This might be almost over.”
“Why did you need me to come in tonight?” I ask.
Harding frowns. “I thought Nancy might say something that contradicted what Damien told you. But it looks like that wasn’t an issue. And now we can wrap this one up.”
I cross my arms. “Wrap it up? But what about finding who killed Damien?”
She shrugs. “Not sure it matters. We get the weapons back, and we can close this case.”
“What about Sylvia? If Nancy is right, someone will kill her because she gave them wrong information.”
Harding nods. “Very possible, but that isn’t my case.”
“Can’t you call someone to check on her?”
Her brow arches. “You seem very concerned about Sylvia. You like her or something?”
“No. I just…” And the memory hits me. I pull up the photo Trip sent me earlier. I try to visualize all of us after we rescued Damien that night and then picked up Rover and Sylvia. As soon as the photo loads, I’m certain. “The scarf.” I knew it was familiar. “Sylvia was wearing a dark-green scarf the night we saved Damien.”
Harding’s brow shoots up. “You’re right.” She steps next to me and stares at the photo. “It is hard to tell, but this could be Sylvia with a brown wig and black coat like Nancy. But she told the guys her name was Natalie.”
“Similar name. Maybe we’d think the guys got it wrong?” I scratch the back of my neck. “So, Sylvia was trying to frame Nancy, and these men grabbed me because Sylvia believed I had the real location of the weapons. This means Sylvia is behind my kidnapping.”
“My guess is while she might not speak Russian, she understood Damien was sharing numbers with you. And what numbers would he share? The location,” Harding says.
I stare at the monitor even though it’s off now. “We’re missing something. If Sylvia were behind it, how the hell did she find me in Brooklyn?”
“That’s a good question. When we left Belarus, she was in custody,” Harding says. “So, she couldn’t have followed us. Perhaps Moose said something about Brooklyn.”
