Saxby suddenly chimed in, “Well, since you’re going to court tomorrow, you need some proper clothes.”
“What?” exclaimed Odom, looking at her in surprise.
“Clothes. The ones you have are not going to cut it for court. I’ll take you shopping.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“It’s on the Bureau.”
“Seriously?” said Odom, while Devine was giving the FBI agent a look that asked the same question.
“Seriously.”
“Well, okay, but I don’t want any old lady clothes.” She ran her gaze down Saxby’s outfit.
“I have a daughter your age.”
Odom looked stunned. “You do?”
“I know you think I’m clueless about young girls, but wait until you’re a mother. The wars you’ll go through? Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? At least according to Kelly Clarkson.”
“O-kay,” said Odom warily.
“There’s an Aeropostale store near here. There were some cute things in the window. Go get your coat. It’s getting late. We don’t have a lot of time.”
Odom looked at Devine. “Do you want to go?”
He held up his hands and shook his head. “You’re in far better hands with Agent Saxby.”
Odom rushed to her room to get her coat.
Devine turned to Saxby. “Where did that come from?”
“My own daughter won’t let me take her shopping because I’m not cool. And every female, regardless of age or economic bracket, deserves some nice clothes to wear that she can feel confident in.”
Devine smiled. “I think I might have misjudged you, Agent Saxby.”
“It’s Ellen, remember? And I think I did some misjudging of my own.”
“I’ll be back in time to go with you to the meeting tomorrow.”
“And what will you do now?”
“Places to go and people to interrogate.”
“Someone wants you dead, Travis. Don’t forget that.”
“I never do.Ellen.”
CHAPTER
37
DEVINE CABBED OVER TO Arental place and got another car. It was a Subaru crossover that handled nicely. He had freaked out the rental agent by asking if the windows were bulletproof.
On the way back to his hotel he got a call from Campbell.
“Want somegoodnews?” his boss asked.