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Riley thought back to conversations she’d had with Liza, but Liza hadn’t mentioned a surname. “I don’t.”
“Liza’s neighbor overheard Liza and a girl arguing,” Josh said. “Maybe that person was Haley. And Liza’s apartment was ransacked. I’m not a detective, but it seems someone is looking for something.”
Liza could’ve been exchanging heated words with Taylor rather than Haley, although Taylor hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort.
Yeah, but you think she’s hiding something. So she wouldn’t tell you.
Both agents whipped their heads to Josh.
Dennison set down his pen. “Wallace, you always suspected Liza was holding something back on Moretti.”
Josh’s eyebrows drew down. “Like what?”
This Riley had to hear. Liza had sworn she didn’t have a darn thing bad to say about Moretti. Maybe Liza was frightened that if she had said something negative, he would’ve had one of his men kill her. After all, she’d told Riley the whole interrogation process had been nerve-racking.
“Hunch,” Wallace replied. “Liza was nervous when I talked to her, and she kept looking over her shoulder as though someone was nearby listening to her.”
Wallace appeared to be an experienced agent, given his forty-something age. Riley would guess that with his tenure, he had seen a ton of crime. Dennison, on the other hand, appeared to be much younger. Still, experience was one thing; intuition was another. Riley always tried to follow hers.
“We were at her apartment a few days ago and found a black SUV with two men watching her place,” Riley said. “I even followed them but lost them in the city. I’m assuming they’re Moretti’s men trying to keep Liza from testifying at his hearing.”
Dennison narrowed his eyes, the expression reminding Riley of her brother’s when she did something Ross didn’t like.
Riley raised her hands off the table a little. “I know. Stupid move. But if it led me to my best friend, then I would’ve called the cops before doing anything dangerous.” At least she hoped that she would have. She had always been the curious one out of Ross and her. She was the twin who took chances no matter the danger. A good example was when her cell phone had fallen into the Boston Harbor. She would have dived in if Ross hadn’t stopped her. But life and work had been on that phone. “Think before you do something” were Ross’s famous words.
Dennison’s pen was poised to write. “Did you get a look at the people inside the SUV?”
“Barely,” Riley said. “The windows were tinted. But the driver might’ve had dark hair. They took off so fast.” Plus, she had been trying to look inconspicuous.
Wallace was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “We’ve had surveillance on all of Moretti’s men, and none of them have left Boston. But maybe a couple slipped by. I’ll double-check. We’ll see if we can find a Haley that worked for Moretti. I questioned a lot people the day of the raid, but I don’t recall a Haley.”
Then it dawned on Riley. If Moretti’s men were looking for Liza, that meant they hadn’t kidnapped her. Suddenly, Riley wanted to kick herself in the butt for not connecting those dots. For all Riley knew, Liza had gotten into an accident. After all, she was already late for their meet-up. She could be laid up in a hospital somewhere.
