eyebrows in question. âSenator Castille?â
âYes.â
Could prove dicey. âYou think heâll see you?â At the briefing sheâd mentioned that her parting with the senator had been less than pleasant.
âNo.â
âI guess you have a plan B.â Rocky knew enough about her to fully understand that she wouldnât take no for an answer without a fight.
Kendra turned her attention back to him. âHe will see me. He wonât like it. Heâll evade my attempts, ignore my questions, but he will eventually admit defeat.â
Approval tugged at one corner of Rockyâs mouth. Oh yeah, this lady was a ferocious tiger despite hersweet little kitten appearance. Something else he appreciated about her. âSo youâre fairly certain the senator is involved somehow.â
âIâm certain of nothing,â she pointed out. âI feel confident that he is well aware of whatever rumors are traveling the grapevine regarding the murder. Those rumors might provide leads.â
âWhat about other lobbyists? Personal friends?â Judging by the stack of notes she had in that briefcase of hers, sheâd done some serious research in the hours after her meeting with Sayar. Rocky doubted sheâd gotten much sleep.
âThere are two close associates, Stanford Smith and Ella Hendrix, who have publicly slammed his support of a controversial bill.â Kendra took a deep breath and appeared to consider her next words before continuing. âIt would be too easy, not to mention stupid,â she glanced knowingly at Rocky, âfor either one of them to be the one weâre looking for. But, like the senator, they will be privy to rumors, incidents, that we need to know that might propel our investigation in the proper direction.â
Rocky hadnât thought of it until now but he wondered if a lack of a real social life was a lingering side effect of D.C. politics. According to the dossier, Sayar had no notable social life. Rocky opted to ask about that later. To ask now might back up any suspicions she had about catching him staringat her. Every time he had the opportunity to study her he noticed something new.
Like the small sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Heâd never noticed that before. Then again, heâd never sat this close to her in a confined space for this length of time. When she smiled, those extra full lips revealed gleaming white teeth that were far from perfectly straight. Just a little crooked. Just enough to give her smile special character.
He liked that about her. Gorgeous but not too perfect.
He seemed to like a lot of things about her.
âDid you have suggestions on where to begin?â
It wasnât until she asked the question that he realized she was openly watching him stare at her. He swallowed. Told himself to say something. âWe should, of course, check out his residence. Often when someone feels cornered or afraid, he or she will hide information in a safe place in hopes of keeping a secret.â He didnât look away when he ran out of logical suggestions. No point pretending he hadnât been staring. Sheâd caught him red-handed. Twice now.
âWeâll go there tonight when the police have finished their investigation,â she agreed. âThe property will assuredly still be a crime scene, but hopefully the police will choose not to post a guard once their techs are finished.â
âTheyâll take his computer.â Rocky was a whiz with computers, but the chances of the cops leaving that behind were slim to none.
âThey will,â Kendra echoed. She relaxed in the seat, turning her attention front and center once more. âBut they donât know about Yoniâs backup drive or where he keeps it hidden.â
Now that was a stroke of luck. âYou obviously do.â
âI definitely do.â She shot Rocky a triumphant smile. âHe recently moved