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“And your son? He’s been in hiding too?”

“Yes. In a way.”

She frowned, but in truth, she didn’t need to know the details.

“We recently found out that he might be sick. He’s at Seattle Children’s being tested.”

“I’m sorry,” Reba said, and gave him a compassionate smile. “I’m familiar with the stress of having a sick child.”

There was something honest about her that he could like.

“So, you’re saying that Coco Stanislova is here, in America. And the man who attacked you? Where is he?”

“We think he’s here too and probably responsible for Randall’s death. In fact, and this is just a guess, but there is talk of a rogue faction inside the CIA who wants to take down Boris and his progressive views and institute Arkady Petrov.”

“He’s former military. Even more extreme left—a proponent of ultra-socialist ideals,” Reba said. “I know of him and the rumors. And the fact that he too might be aligned with the Bratva.” She got up, picking up her wine. “So, you think this killer is in America, probably to find your sister and tie up that loose end. Maybe even to get ahold of Coco, right?”

“Because if he has Coco, then he can get to Boris,” Tate said. “It’s what I’d do.”

“Me too,” York said.

Wyatt looked at the two. He simply didn’t think like this. Assassinations and kidnapping and conspiracies…

All he had to do was stop a shot on goal now and then.

“Where is Coco right now?” Reba asked.

“At the hospital,” Wyatt said. “Where I should be.” He turned to the senator. “It was nice to meet you, Sen—Reba.” Wyatt reached out to shake her hand again.

She held it a moment. “Wyatt, I hate to ask this, but…since you’re in town, would you be willing to show up at the rally tomorrow? Maybe give an endorsement?”

He looked at her, a little flummoxed.

She dropped her hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Yes,” Wyatt said. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you.” She glanced at Tate. “Look into the situation with Randall. We may need to call the Renaissance Hotel and see what you can find out. We need to put a lid on this ASAP. The last thing I need is some reporter making the connection between you and Gloria and your sister and this entire mess.”

The room went quiet.

“Ruby Jane, I’d appreciate it if you could stay and give an official statement about the events in Russia.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“I’m staying with her,” York said.

“Of course you are,” Reba said. She headed back to her suite, passing by her daughter. “This is quite the family you’ve chosen. I hope my campaign can survive them.”

Wyatt didn’t know what to say.

The door behind her closed.

“So, that’s the senator,” Tate said.

“Her bark is worse than her bite,” Glo added.

“I don’t care how loud she barks if she can clear RJ,” York said.

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