Lily was murdered because of her affiliation with Ramsey Stone. Everyone, especially his enemies, knew that she was the closest person to him and so they attacked her.”
Jezebel stood and shook her head. “Why should I believe you? You’ve done nothing but lie to me since you met me…”
“That was a job, Jezebel.”
“How do I know you’re not doing your job now?”
“Do you really want to chance it?” Raquel stood as well. “A little girl is dead. Why? Because she was born into the wrong family, and too close to her uncle. She’s dead, Jezebel. She never had a chance. And you, you dated him for months. He’s never been with anyone as long as you, and then you come along, and he’s spending time at your place, and attending your block parties, meeting the neighbors, and taking you out for picnics in the park with his niece. You practically domesticated him. Why do you think the agency moved us next to you? It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that you’re very important to him.”
“Just get to the point, Raquel. What do you want?”
“I don’t want you to end up like Lily.” Despite the heat, Jezebel was suddenly cold. “I don’t want to fish you out of the Hudson because of him. I want you safe.”
“And what’s in it for you?”
“Think of this as my way of apologizing.” Raquel sighed. “I never meant to hurt you, but I was assigned this case, and I had to go undercover. That doesn’t mean I didn’t think of you as a friend, Jezebel.”
“How would you keep me safe?” She didn’t know if Raquel was lying, but Raquel was the only person talking to her. Ramsey didn’t seem interested anymore and if what the FBI agent was saying was true, she had to worry about herself and her family. If someone had murdered Lily because of her affiliation to her uncle, what was to prevent them from coming after Jezebel and her family? She and Ramsey were no longer close, but they had been. Someone could think to hurt him by hurting her…
“We’d move you into protective custody,” Raquel said immediately.
“What does that mean?” She had a vague idea but Jezebel wanted details. She liked details.
“We’d relocate you, assign you a security detail, give you a new identity with new ID cards, passports, and such. Essentially, Jezebel Grace Carter would disappear.”
“For how long?”
“As long as the threat exists.” That was incredibly vague, but what other option did she have?
“And my family?”
“We’d move all of you. If they’re willing to hurt you, they’re willing to hurt family members to get to you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to…”
“Fish me out of the Hudson?” Jezebel finished for her. “You said that already. Now tell me the truth. Why are you helping me? Why is the bureau helping me? What do you want in exchange?”
Raquel stared at her for long, silent moments before she spoke. “We’d hope that in time, you’d realize the danger Ramsey Stone and people like him are to society.”
“You want me to be your witness against Ramsey?” Jezebel deadpanned.
The other woman only stared at her, neither affirming nor denying the statement.
“I see.”
“Jezebel, think about this seriously. Put aside your feelings for me and Brandon, and think about your family…” She lowered her voice. “…and your baby.”
Jezebel instantly whirled on her. “How do you know about that?” She looked around her mother’s living room. “Did you bug this place?”
Raquel instantly shook her head, but then looked a bit contrite. “No. One of our agents went through your trash.”
“What?”
“We’ve had an agent trailing you for your protection since you’ve been here.”
Jezebel snorted. “For my protection he goes through my trash?”
“He saw you put something in the trash while it was raining and thought it was strange, so he looked.” Raquel shook her head. “It’s not just us. Stone also has his guys tailing