He chuckles. “You think I left the hospital just to follow you? Confident, aren’t you?”
“I don’t understand. You don’t even work for the FBI. Or do you?”
“No. Why are you wearing a wig?”
My hand goes to it. “So Bob wouldn’t recognize me.”
“He hasn’t seen you in that coat?”
I glance down. It’s my winter coat I wore because it has a hood, and I wanted to shield my face. Dammit, I wasn’t thinking. “He has seen this coat.”
“I need you to come with me,” he says as he holds out his hand.
I stare at it for a moment.
“Trust me.”
And for whatever reason, I do trust him. I know deep down he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I take his hand, and there is a rush of warmth throughout my body. He stares down at me as if he wants to say something. I want him to say something. Does he feel this, too?
But either he decides against it, or I’m imagining all of this because he simply turns and leads me across the street.
We walk behind a building, and he drops my hand. I have no idea what’s going on, but all I can think is I want him to hold it again. I shake away that thought. I don’t have feelings for this man…do I? He caught me walking past the building I reported. I’ve got more important things to focus on.
Hunter opens the door and motions for me to enter. I step inside, and he leads the way.
“I found our informant, and I know her,” he says.
Durango’s there. I remember him from the hospital. There’s also a woman I don’t recognize.
“This is FBI Agent Stevens,” he says, motioning to the woman. “And this is my coworker, Durango.”
“I remember Durango,” I say.
He gives me a nod. Stevens holds out her hand, and I shake it. The woman is of average height and gives an air of seriousness.
“You’re the one who filled out that FBI tip form, aren’t you?”
I glance around the room. “I thought it was anonymous.” That’s what it says on the website. Didn’t it? I didn’t give my name.
“We flagged the IP address and traced it to the library. The library had cameras. Now we’re going to need more than a tip,” Stevens says.
So much for anonymous. “More?”
“Can I get your full name for the record?” Stevens asks.
I glance at Hunter.
“It’s all right.”
I nod and then give my full attention to Stevens. “Savanah Williams, but I go by Savvy.”
Stevens nods. “You’re Savvy. It’s making sense now. How did you learn about that warehouse?”
“My boss owns it.”
Stevens nods again. “What is your boss’s name?”
“Bob Kuffel,” I say.
