Page 93 of Faith
Zeke staredat the TV for the fourth straight day, studying the drawings of the people Nina described. Four days with zero credible tips. People were calling in, but nothing led to Gwendolyn. She and her people were still out there. Watching. Waiting. Hiding.
It drove Zeke crazy. Knowing they were out there and knowing they could strike at any time but not knowing where they were.
He wanted to go after Gwendolyn. Every night when Zeke held Nina, their bodies cooling after loving her, he felt her shaking and knew it was fear. She was jumpy and on edge.
They needed Gwendolyn and her people arrested. Peace. Safety.
“Still nothing?” Nina asked, coming downstairs from her shower.
Zeke nodded and turned away from the repetitive news. “She can’t hide forever.”
Nina didn’t reply. She didn’t agree. She knew Gwendolyn better than anyone else, and that part scared Zeke because it went both ways.
Gwendolyn knew where Nina was. Her stand-in, Robert, said as much. Nina might not have confirmed that they were sleeping together, but Robert still knew. Which meant either it was a good guess or Gwendolyn had a way to see into his house.
Zeke had taken to sweeping his house for bugs multiple times every day, securing windows and doors and keeping blinds and curtains closed around the clock. He didn’t want to risk anyone seeing inside his house.
He didn’t know if it mattered.
“Maybe she left town,” Nina said.
“Do you think she would do that?”
Nina shrugged. “If it was her best option, yeah.”
“Would she start over?”
Nina nodded. “I’m sure she would. She has contacts all over.”
“Does Lorelei know this?”
“Yeah. We talked about it. She asked where else Gwendolyn would go, and I told her with the connections she had, she could be anywhere. Lorelei was putting out something to all of the FBI with the drawing of Gwendolyn.”
“That’s good.”
Nina nodded and rubbed her hands up and down her arms. She stared at the TV, but the story had long changed.
“What do you want to do today?” Zeke asked.
“You don’t have to babysit me, you know.”
Zeke walked over to her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. “I’m not. I’m spending time with you. And if you were a client, we would be doing the same thing.”
“But I’m not a client. I’m not paying you.”
“No, but Mont’s maintaining my salary. I’m good.”
“That’s not fair. Don’t you have to work?”
Zeke released her and stepped back. He studied the lines in her face. “What’s going on?”
She shook her head and hugged herself again.
“Talk to me, Nina. Why are you all worked up?”
“I just want this to be over. I want to forget about her and all of them. I want to move on.”
“And you will,” Zeke said. “I know you will. We’re going to keep you safe, and the FBI is going to find her.”
