Fear No Evil (31 page)

“Did you get a good look at that woman?” Dillon asked.

She nodded. “She looks just like me.”

When Kate Donovan walked into the Seattle field office heads turned. She entered with her head held high, her pride intact, but inside she was scared. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Jeff Merritt since the day Paige had died, when he’d told her he’d track her down to the ends of the earth.

There was nothing he, personally, could do except bring her in front of OPR. They would launch an investigation—one she knew had been going on for years—into the op that had gotten Paige and Evan killed. She didn’t know what they believed or what they knew. Even if they believed her that Paige had told her they had backup, Kate had broken protocol by not briefing the backup squad herself.

She had trusted Paige.

She had run five years ago because she was scared and angry. Mostly scared. And Jeff had been wild-eyed, overcome with grief she knew all too well. She had watched Evan die in front of her.

She’d intuitively believed that the only way to clear her name was to find Trask—Adam Scott—and prove that he was the brutal killer she knew him to be. She’d done that over the years, but still Merritt wanted her head.

Because Paige had died and he blamed her as much as Adam Scott. He didn’t know the truth. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him at the time, but he wouldn’t have believed her anyway. How could she have ruined the reputation of her dead partner? It had seemed so much easier to run and work outside of the law.

But now? She just wanted it to be over.

Quinn let Dillon stay with her in an interview room. “I’ll be here the entire time.”

She shook her head. “Merritt won’t allow it.”

“Then I’ll be right outside.”

Again, she shook her head. Dillon frowned.

“I can’t let you do that. You need to go home with Lucy.”

Dillon took her hands, squeezed them. “Lucy is in good hands. Carina is with her. She’s going to be overwhelmed as it is when she sees everyone. And we haven’t told her about Patrick. We didn’t want her to know until she regained some strength.”

“Dillon, I’m not going to walk out of here tomorrow or the next day. Merritt is going to find a way to detain me. I don’t know what tricks Quinn has up his sleeve, but it’s going to take time. And I’m going to have to face the Office of Professional Responsibility at Quantico.”

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“You face the OPR, you tell them everything, and they clear you.”

“You have an active fantasy life.” But she smiled.

“Are you going to ask for your job back?”

She blinked. She hadn’t thought about it. “I don’t know.”

“Whatever you decide to do, do it for you. Not because of me, or Paige, or Adam Scott. Make the decision that is best for you.”

She thought about what she wanted. She really didn’t know. For so long she’d been alone with her computers. She’d learned so much, taught herself, much of it illegal—like hacking into private corporations and the government. She would have to tell the OPR everything about what she’d done. She had no idea what they would do. Maybe they would clear her of charges on Paige’s death, but what about the crimes she’d willingly committed in her pursuit of Adam Scott?

“I could go to e-crimes,” she said. “If they’ll have me. I had an offer from them five years ago to transfer out of the VCMO unit. Don’t know if it’s still open, but I’m a lot better now than I was then.”

She frowned.

“What?”

“Adam Scott was even better. He manipulated me through the computers. He knew exactly what I knew. Maybe I’m not as good as I thought.”

“You’re incredible. Patrick was impressed, and he’s the best I know.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Dillon kissed her hand. “I’m not going to leave you, Kate.”

“I’m okay. I’m not going to blame you for being with your family right now.” But she would miss him.

They held hands across the table, the silent connection giving them both strength they needed.

Quinn Peterson entered. “Merritt’s here and he’s pissed. I told him you walked in and surrendered. Are you ready for this, Kate?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes from Dillon. “I’m ready.”

“You’ll have to leave, Dillon. When we’re done, I’ll call over to the jail and have Morton transported here for the interview.”

Reluctantly, Dillon stood. “How long?” he asked Quinn.

“An hour, maybe a little more.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s eight right now. If you have something to do, meet me here at ten.”

“I’ll be back, Kate. I promise.”

Kate watched Dillon walk out the door and her resolve began to chip away. Quinn sat on the edge of the table. “I’ll be here for the formal statement,” he said. “Just tell the truth, the good, the bad, and the ugly, okay? We’ll find a way out of this.”

Jeff Merritt opened the door and slammed it shut.

“Kate Donovan,” he spat out.

“Jeff Merritt,” she said with equal disdain, looking him straight in the eye. He was short and lean, blond, with a goatee but no mustache to go with it. Kate couldn’t believe that five years ago she’d thought he and Paige made a cute couple. The guy was dangerous.

“I don’t know how you can live with yourself,” he finally said.

Peterson interrupted. “Let’s do this by the book.”

“Leave.”

“No.”

“Dammit, Peterson, you’re already on thin ice.”

“Agent Donovan has a right to representation. I’m that person. And in case you’re forgetting, this is
my
field office.”

“In case you’re forgetting, you work for me.”

“Don’t pull rank.”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

Quinn didn’t move. Finally, Merritt sat down and took out a tape recorder. He slammed it on the table.

“ADIC Jeff Merritt and SAC Quincy Peterson are interviewing former Special Agent Katherine Donovan regarding the murders of SAC Evan Standler and SA Paige Henshaw, as well as civilians Denise Arno and Oliver Johnson.”

Kate slammed her fist on the table. “Denise was not an innocent civilian! She’s been working with Adam Scott from the beginning.”

“You’ll have a chance to tell your story, Ms. Donovan. For now I’ll take your statement and you will answer my questions. Understand?”

She fumed. She hated this arrogant prick.

“Understood.”

Dillon arrived at the hospital as Lucy was getting ready to leave.

“Where have you been?” Carina admonished. “We’re already late for the plane.”

“How’d Lucy do last night?”

A cloud crossed Carina’s face. “She had nightmares. Miranda is a saint. She calmed Lucy down instantly, knowing exactly what to say, when to be tough and when to be kind.”

Jack walked around the corner. Dillon was surprised to see him. “I thought you left.”

Jack stared at him a moment. “I had some things to take care of. I thought I’d head back to San Diego with you, if it’s all right. I have some time.”

Dillon nodded. “Thank you. I’m not going back right now.”

Carina frowned. “Why?”

“I have things to wrap up here.” When Carina didn’t say anything, he added, “I’m sitting in on the FBI interview with Roger Morton at ten.”

“Lucy needs you.”

So does Kate, Dillon thought but didn’t say. “Lucy is in good hands. I need to do this, Carina. Adam Scott is still out there.”

“You’re not a cop,” Carina snapped, irritated. “The FBI has taken over the investigation.”

“Which they fucked up five years ago,” Jack interjected.

“I have a strong sense about Scott,” Dillon said.

“The FBI has its own profilers,” Carina argued. “It doesn’t need you.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Sis, but I’m staying. I’m going to talk to Lucy and then go back to FBI headquarters.”

Jack nodded. “You do what you have to in order to find the scum who hurt Lucy. And I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt her again.”

Now that his real name and image were known to the authorities, Trask had to plan carefully. Fortunately he had always thought this day was inevitable. While he couldn’t travel as freely as he wanted until he underwent plastic surgery, he knew what superficial changes to make to his appearance to blend in. He didn’t need that much time. Just long enough to get to Lucy again and use her to lure Kate Donovan into a trap.

He realized that the reason the bitch he’d followed home from the docks wasn’t good was because she looked like Kate but wasn’t Kate. Kate would fight and scream and claw at him. She wouldn’t beg for her life. She wouldn’t tell him she’d do anything he wanted. Instead she would try to get away. Just the thought of her fighting him gave him a hard-on.

And Lucy—she was
his.
She had volunteered to meet him. She was everything he needed. He might not kill her, not right away. Use her to get to Kate and kill her, purge Mina and all the whores from his body. Once that happened, he’d be free. He could have the life he’d envisioned with Monique. Where he was in charge and she did what he said. He’d just have to be very careful not to accidentally kill her. He might have to take a few whores on the side. But Lucy would learn quickly that she had to behave or she’d be dead, too. Fear would keep her in line.

He downloaded all the messages from Mick Mallory’s PDA. Some were cryptic, but he began to build an understanding that Mallory and his supervisor, Jeff Merritt, were acting on their own. Mallory had been sent to kill him.

What a fool. Mallory should have known immediately that Trask was untouchable.

With his network broken, he didn’t know everything that was going on. He went online to see if Kate was surfing around, trying to locate him. Saw that she had downloaded the video. He smiled. Good, now she knew what her fate was. Make her scared. She’d fight him all the more.

But he didn’t know where she was. Her mountain hideout was inactive. This frustrated him to no end, and he ended up calling his attorney, the one who had warned him about Ullman’s betrayal yesterday.

“Where’s Kate Donovan?”

“How should I know?”

“That’s what I pay you for.”

“Don’t call me, Adam.”

“You’re my attorney! I pay you to talk to me.”

“I have to advise you to turn yourself in. There’s a warrant for your arrest.”

“Fuck that, and fuck you!”

“Turn yourself in and I’ll be able to help you.”

“You’ll help me
now.
”

“I can’t do that. They’re watching. Closely.”

“You’re a fool.”

He slammed down the phone. He had a fake ID and passport all ready, but he wasn’t done. He had to find Monique and Mina.

Lucy and Kate.

And what about that shrink Dillon Kincaid? Who would have thought a fucking
doctor
would have it in him to shoot a man in cold blood? Frank didn’t even have a gun on him.

Trask called the hospital. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

“This is Connor Kincaid,” Trask said. “My sister Lucia Kincaid is a patient. She’s being released today and I don’t want to miss her.”

“One moment.”

He waited. Then the nurse came back on the line. “I’m sorry. Ms. Kincaid has already been discharged.”

Discharged? Where would she go? Of course, he thought.

Home.

Trask went online and bought a ticket for that afternoon. One-way to San Diego.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Q
UINN MET
D
ILLON
in the lobby of the field office and led him into the rear. “Morton’s on his way over.”

“Where’s Kate?”

“She’s cooling off in an interview room. She and Merritt went at it. Verbally,” he added.

“I want to see her.”

Quinn glanced at his watch. “Ten minutes, if you want to be in with Morton.”

“Come get me.”

Quinn led Dillon to the room where Kate was being held. There was a plainclothes guard at the door. “Merritt insisted,” Quinn said before Dillon could ask.

“She’s not going to jail.”

Quinn shook his head. “We’re keeping her here overnight. It’s not very comfortable, but better than going to Seattle PD and being processed.” He cleared Dillon with the guard. “I’ll be back when Morton arrives.” He left Dillon alone with Kate.

Kate jumped up and ran into his arms. He held her tight. A wave of relief that she was okay, that she was safe, washed over him. And something more—a deep need to be with her.

He kissed her repeatedly, then held her at arm’s length to take in her appearance fully. She looked more like a cop than when he’d first met her two days before, but weariness clouded her expression. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “You came back.”

“I said I would.”

“How’s Lucy?”

“She has Carina and Jack taking her back to San Diego. They’ll take care of her.”

“Jack?”

“He’s staying until Scott is captured.”

She nodded. “You think Lucy is in danger.”

“Absolutely. Both you and Lucy.”

Kate sank into one of the chairs around the conference table. Dillon sat next to her, turning his chair so they were knee to knee and he could hold her hands. “Why does he want me now?” she asked. “I understood his frustration before—Paige and I slowed down his operation, forced him to go underground. I can see that he wanted revenge. But now we know who he is. He has the money to disappear—why doesn’t he just disappear? It doesn’t make sense.”

“It does make sense,” Dillon said. “You’re thinking about this logically from
your
experience. But Adam Scott has a different background. It’s personal.”

“I never knew him before we started investigating April Klinger’s disappearance.”

“What I mean is, for
him
it’s personal. You remind him of another woman who took something from him. Maybe he was unable to fight back or reclaim what he lost, so he’s put you in her role. On the surface, he can convince himself that he’s getting back at you because of what you stole from him—his legal porn operation, his freedom of movement, and now Lucy. But it’s an act. What he really wants is revenge on someone he could never get revenge on. By killing you, he’s avenging his own failures, hurting the person who hurt him.”