Part of me is worried I’m already in so deep with a woman I’ve only spent a few weeks getting to know, and most of that has been on the run. What if it’s only the stress of our circumstances that brought us together? While I do worry a little about these things, something inside tells me everything will be all right.
Savvy stirs beside me and then turns to face me. “Good morning,” she says.
I sweep her hair off of her face. “Good morning.”
“I don’t want to, but we should probably get up,” she says.
“We don’t have to,” I say.
Fortunately, Reed told me to take a day to rest.
She snuggles closer. “We’ve been in bed for twelve hours.”
It’s true, we have. And I could stay here all day.
“We needed sleep.”
“And while I would love to stay here and not think about anything, we need to find out what happened to Marco. Do you know? Does the FBI have him?”
“Let me check in with Stevens and Reed, and then we can discuss it over breakfast,” I say.
She yawns. “Sounds good. I’d like to take another shower. I still don’t feel clean.”
“You can use this one,” I point to my bathroom.
Last night, she ran up the stairs and used the guest bathroom.
“Do you need me to find you something to wear?” I ask.
“No, I still have a few things from the bag your sister brought over.”
I head downstairs to give her privacy and check my phone. There’s a message from Reed to call him.
I step out onto my back patio to make the call.
“Axel, I got a message from Stevens a few minutes ago. They let Marco go,” Reed says.
I run my hand through my hair as I process this. “What? Who? Why?”
“I don’t have any more information. I figured you would want to talk to Stevens directly.”
“Yeah, I would.”
“Let me know what you find out. Then we can discuss what you should do next.”
“Sounds good.” He means whether I continue to protect Savvy or go on assignment.
The odds of the FBI continuing to foot my bill for protection are slim now that Bob has pled out. Savvy is no longer needed as a witness for him. She might be needed for Bennett, though.
I take a deep breath and then call Stevens. The moment she picks up, I start in. “What the hell? Why was Marco released?”
She sighs. “It was Myers. He let him go.”
“How was that possible?”
“No one told me the police had custody of Marco. The call went to Myers.”
“Reed said he was going to call you,” I say.
