mess. It ’ ll take ages to get it all ironed out. And in the meantime, Bricker ’ s out there, and there ’ s a chance he got to Allison through either the negligence or the malfeasance of a marshal assigned to WITSEC. ”
“ So, what? You ’ re an army of one? ”
“ Yes. ”
“ I ’ m coming with you, ”
“ No, you ’ re not. Don ’ t worry, I ’ m not going to let anything happen to those kids. ”
Leo gave Hank a long look.
“ You know if Bricker wanted those kids dead, they ’ d already be dead, right? He ’ s probably trying to lure us into a trap. ”
“ I know. That ’ s why you ’ re staying put. For now, you need to keep Sasha and Will as far away from this as you can. ”
“ Sure, give me the hard job. ”
Hank cracked a weak smile and signaled the bartender for another round.
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“ Mac, truthfully, I have no idea what Leo ’ s up to. ” Naya looked up from her Contracts outline and eyed Sasha with visible exasperation.
Usually, Naya prided herself on being the heartbeat of McCandless & Volmer, Attorneys at Law — a status that extended to its attorneys ’ business and personal lives. She knew the names of all their clients, could rattle off who was behind on invoices and who just moved to new office space. She had friends all over town, at other firms, within the court system, at private investigators ’ offices. She also knew their birthdays, their secret fears, and what they wanted for their birthdays. Under ordinary circumstances, yes, if Connelly was keeping secrets from Sasha, Naya would have known about it.
But these were not ordinary circumstances. It was May. Final exam time at Duquesne University School of Law. And Naya was not only the firm ’ s legal assistant, administrator, and jack of all trades. She was a first-year law student. And, by definition, currently a crazy person.
Sasha and Will had taken to calling her the ‘ lawbie ’ behind her back, because she ’ d become a dead-eyed legal-element-spouting zombie.
They could both remember their first year exams, so they weren ’ t overly worried about her hair-trigger temper, lack of attention to personal appearance, or the mumbling of doctrines of law under her breath. It was a temporary condition. They treated her like a caged lion, only instead of feeding her raw steaks, they tossed takeout containers and mugs of coffee into her office and then retreated.
In fact, as she recalled her own first year exams, a wave of guilt crashed over Sasha.
“ You ’ re right. I ’ m sorry to bother you during exams. ”
Naya waved her hand in a don ’ t worry about it gesture. As she did so, the pink highlighter she was holding hit her cheek and left a thick line down the side of her face.
“ You have —” Sasha stopped herself mid-sentence. There was no point in mentioning it. Naya ’ s Contracts final was in three hours. She was unlikely to stop studying long enough to go to the bathroom let alone to scrub the bright pink mark off her face.
Naya stared up at her, waiting.
“ Anyway, good luck. Let me know if you need a refill. ” Sasha pointed toward the coffee teetering precariously on a stack of horn books.
“ Thanks. ”
Naya turned back to her review of offer and acceptance and shut out all distractions, namely Sasha.
Sasha tiptoed out of the office and pulled the door shut silently.
She ’ d just have to use her powers of persuasion to convince Connelly to open up to her. That approach didn ’ t sound all bad. She grinned to herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cole Bennett narrowed his eyes at Mrs. Stokes, who was hovering uncertainly, half on the front porch, half in the doorway. She was nervous. He could tell by the way she kept twirling her wiry gray hair around her finger. All of his sisters did that same thing when they were anxious. Funny thing was, his mom had never done that.
Mom.
His heart squeezed in his chest.
“ We ’ re