Page 61 of Now or Never
If she knew that, then Kenna had more she wanted to run by her cousin. “Petyr thinks he’s my father.”
“He wishes.” Zeyla’s expression turned guarded.
“You don’t think it’s true.”
“I think he can give us a DNA sample to test if he wants to prove it.” Zeyla shrugged. “Other than that, I don’t trust one single word out of any of their mouths.”
“Agreed.” But she’d been suckered in plenty of times. Reprogrammed. Twisted around mentally and emotionally until she didn’t know which way was up. But if all that led her back to a tighter hold on her faith, on the constant need to trust God more every moment, maybe it wasn’t a complete waste.
Her captivity would never be a good thing, but it could be a redeemed thing.
Ramon ran the crust end of his sandwich through the juice on his plate. “If I didn’t know he was dead, I’d wonder if it was that Count of Shadows guy. But he’s dead.”
“Or so we think.”
Ramon glanced at Zeyla. “Again with that?”
“We’ve all come up against one of their lookalikes. Files can be fabricated. Did we really ask for credentials and fully vet them, or were you just kidnapped in a limo and?—”
“Been there,” Kenna muttered.
Jax shook his head.
“—you couldn’t verify it was him,” Zeyla finished. “By the time I saw him, he was mist.”
“It’s the concussion talking.” Ramon shoved the last of his sandwich in his mouth, indicating the discussion was over.
Zeyla wiped her mouth a napkin. “Sure, the photo you saw later that Maizie got for yousaidthat was Major General Schnell, and it was the same guy. But do we really know for sure that it’s him? Maybe it was a decoy.”
Ramon eyed her. “How about we go after the dangerous killer we know isn’t a decoy first.”
“I’m just saying.” Zeyla shrugged.
Jax turned to Kenna. “Is that what we were like in the beginning?”
Kenna grinned. “It’s more fun on this side of the table.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Her phone rang as she was sliding out of the booth.Baltimore PDflashed on her screen. “Kenna Banbury.”
Jax held out a hand, and she accepted his assistance getting to her feet.
“This is Lieutenant Parse. I work with Detective Langley.”
“How is he?” Kenna walked with her husband and their friends to the entrance of the restaurant, a haze of grease and smoke in the air.
“All patched up. It’ll be a long recovery, and he’ll ride a desk for a while, but he’ll be back to it soon enough. He says that’s because of you.”
“All I did was put pressure on it.”
“Sounds like enough to me,” Parse said. “So when Langley told me he scratched the guy who attacked him and to let you know we’re running the DNA on a rush, I figured you’d want to know that there’s another body.”
Kenna stopped before the door. “Someone else was killed?”
“All I know is the victim is older, and he’s in a motel. I’ll text you the address if you’re interested.”
“Why hand me a case?”
