Page 153 of Keeping Kasey
“But I never hunted you down either,” he finishes.
“Right. You sent soldiers to do your dirty work.”
“Believe it or not, I had more important things to worry about than you.”
“More important than following Logan’s orders? I wasn’t aware you could do such a thing.”
James rolls his eyes and pushes away from where he leans against the wall to take a seat on the couch.
“Plenty of things are more important to me than following my brother’s orders.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Gladly, if you’re willing to do the same.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “What kind of game are you playing?”
“No game. A trade—question for a question.”
“I’ve already told you my side of the story. I’m not subjecting myself to another interrogation.”
“Then don’t answer my questions,” he says with a shrug. “But if you want any insight into what happened here during those four months, this is your shot at getting it.”
“What makes you think I don’t know everything I need to?”
James cracks a smile, nodding behind me. “Because you’re trying to figure out how we found you, and the search isn’t going very far, is it?”
That zaps the smugness from me.
“Fine,” I clip. “How did you find me?”
His smile widens. “What happened while you were gone?”
I guess we found our boundaries.
I try again, going for a different tactic. “How long ago did you figure out where I was?”
“Ifound out when you were on the plane,” he says with an unreadable expression. “How long had you been living in Payson?”
He answers my question so casually that I almost miss the implication.
Logan didn’t tell James he’d found me—James, his underboss, whom he tells everything.
“Questions about what happened while I was gone are off-limits.”
“I didn’t ask about what happened. Just how long you’d been living there.”
I narrow my eyes, analyzing the question. Since I can’t come up with a particular way this could backfire, I tell him the truth.
“About two months. Why didn’t Logan tell you he’d found me?”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” he says. “So, I’ll let you ask me another.”
I study James, but nothing in his expression or posture is particularly telling.
“Is the way you found me the same way you knew I was making retrieval software?”
“Yes,” he answers simply. “Did you keep in contact with anyone while you were gone?”
