“And they questioned everyone who worked for him?” Tom asks.
Shit. I’m going to get Maggie hurt if I’m not careful.
“I don’t know. Apparently, they were watching him, and they saw I went to his building on the water. That’s what they were interested in.”
“They were watching him?”
“From a building across the street.”
He jumps up and turns back, angry eyes on me. He’s going to hit me again. I have to keep him talking. I suspect this is Marco. If it is, he’d be interested in hearing about his cousin.
“The FBI was after another man, too, named Bennett,” I say.
His eyes widen. “Bennett?”
Bingo. I’d bet everything this is Marco. But I can’t let on that I figured that out.
“Yes, do you know him?”
“It’s none of your business who I know. Describe him.”
Okay, I need to draw this out. “He has brown hair and a tattoo on his neck of a star.”
He sits back down. “How do you know what he looks like?”
I swallow. “He broke into a safe house I was in with FBI agents.”
Marco frowns. “Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know the full story, but from what I overheard, it sounded like one of the agents lured him there.”
Marco stands, walks to the other side of the room, and then turns back. “What is the agent’s name?”
“Myers.”
“FBI?”
“Yes.”
Marco stares at me. Actually, it’s more like through me. His eyes are devoid of emotion. “Myers. He must pay.” He opens the door and leaves.
The sound of a lock clicks. A car engine starts, and then I hear tires on gravel. He really did leave. Well, maybe Myers will get what’s coming to him now.
I squeeze my eyes shut. No, I really don’t wish the man harm. No one deserves to be hunted down and to live in constant fear. Like I have been. But dammit, Marco wasn’t supposed to be able to get into the country.
Did Myers allow his entrance to catch an even bigger fish? Okay, maybe I do wish harm on Myers.
I’m not sure how much time I have. If Marco drives all the way into the city to Myers’s office and back, I have at least a few hours. No, wait. I’m assuming I’m still near the property I met him at. I could be in the city.
I listen for cars.
It’s too quiet here. Definitely not the city.
I turn my head as best I can to take in the room. There is one small window up near the ceiling, and the walls are made of cement blocks. It appears to be a room in a daylight basement. I turn my body to see if there is any way I can get the cuffs off. They are attached to a metal railing headboard.
I rock back and forth. It’s loud. I stop and stare at the door. There is no sound, and he doesn’t come back.
I begin rocking again. The bed seems flimsy. If I can make it fall apart, I can get free. I stare up at the window. I’m not sure how I would get up there, but I have to try.
