“Now it’s my turn to ask questions,” she told him.
“That’s not how it works,” he replied.
She ignored his comment. “Why were they in the park?”
Ben answered her. “The FBI has been following them since the last case didn’t make it to court, and when we heard about the buy, we set a trap. Max and I wanted in on it.”
“What was the buy? Drugs?”
“Weapons,” he said. “Very sophisticated weapons.”
Before she could ask him another question, his cell phone rang. He saw who was calling and said, “I’ve got to take this.”
He disappeared into her kitchen for some privacy before he answered his phone. Ellie turned to Max, realized then that her hand was still resting on his leg, and pulled back. “What did he mean, the last case didn’t make it to court?”
“Witnesses couldn’t testify.”
“Couldn’t or wouldn’t.”
“Couldn’t.”
She didn’t push him to explain, but said, “What went wrong in the park?”
“A lot of things.”
It was as much as he was going to tell her, she realized after waiting several seconds. She tried another question. “Ben said the FBI has been following them, so you know who they are?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
When he didn’t immediately answer, she gave him a good nudge with her foot. He was so surprised, he smiled. “Did you just kick a federal agent?”
“No, I nudged a federal agent. I’m getting ready to kick.”
“Calvin and Erika Landry.”
“Now, was that so hard?”
He laughed and she was happy to see the tension ease from his face for a second.
“I’ve never heard of them,” she said.
“I didn’t think you had. They don’t usually do business here. We’ve had other dealings with them. Fact is, we’ve been chasing them for some time. We knew about the deal that was going down at the park, and we were hoping we could catch them in the act. Unfortunately, they got away before anyone could identify them. That’s why eyewitnesses to the shooting are so important. Too many agents have been working on this for too long.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you live in St. Louis? I’m just curious about who’s involved in this case,” she hastened to add so he wouldn’t think she was being too personal.
Max stood, slipped the recorder into his pocket, and said, “For the past six years I’ve lived in Honolulu.”
She didn’t know why she was so bummed out by the news, but she was. She hardly knew the man, and he definitely was all wrong for her. Yet there was just something about him… The truth was, she had never had such an immediate attraction to any other man before, not even her ex-fiancé, though she’d be loath to admit it.
It was all so confusing. She didn’t want a relationship with Max, but she wanted the possibility of one? She wasn’t making any sense.
Her brain chemistry was all messed up, she decided, and that was why her physical reaction to him was so intense. That was it exactly. Her endorphins were going haywire. Sleep deprivation was probably one reason for the imbalance, and being a workaholic with no social outlets was probably another.
There was one other theory: She was crazy, just plain crazy.
Ben finished his call and was leaning against the door frame, drinking his Diet Coke. He pulled away when Max said, “Let’s go.”
“Is Ellie going on the witness list?” he asked.
Max shook his head. “Agent Hughes is running this, remember? If Ellie’s name goes on that list, you know what will happen.”
“Yeah, but you and I could stop it.”
“From Honolulu? Not possible.”
Stop what, Ellie wondered. She waited for Max or Ben to explain, but neither did.
“I’m telling you Hughes will want-”
Max cut him off. “I said no.” He walked to the door and unbolted the locks.
Ben turned to put his drink on the kitchen counter and headed to the door that Max was holding open.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful,” Ellie said, a bit puzzled by their brusque departure.
“It’s okay.” Max started to pull the door closed but stopped abruptly. He stood for a second as though weighing his thoughts before saying, “Are there any good restaurants around here?”
“If you like Italian, you should go to the Hill. There’s a great restaurant called the Trellis. You’ll love it. It’s casual dress. You’ll see everything from suits to shorts.”
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.”
He shut the door before she had time to react.
“Wait… what?”
FIVE
Finding out who the blond runner was on the track turned out to be surprisingly easy.
A shoot-out on hospital grounds with FBI agents swarming all over the park was big news. Every local station led the evening broadcast with a report about the downed agent and the hunt for the perpetrators. The hospital was still buzzing about the incident. The staff, the volunteers, even the patients wanted to rehash the event. Some even did a bit of embellishing.
Willis Cogburn knew how the gossip grapevine worked and used it to his advantage. Dressed as a deliveryman for a local florist, he carried a potted plant with Agent Sean Goodman’s name on it into the hospital. It was late afternoon when he made the delivery, and the lobby was empty except for a few volunteers milling around behind the reception desk waiting to help anyone who wanted assistance.
An older, white-haired gentleman, wearing the name tag “Roland,” looked up the number of the patient’s room, marked it on a Post-It, and stuck it to the bright red bow attached to the plant before setting it on a cart with other floral arrangements ready for delivery.
Willis didn’t have to ask where Sean Goodman was. All he had to do was engage the volunteer in conversation while he leaned over the counter and read the room number.
“How’s that FBI agent doing? I sure hope he’s going to make it,” Willis asked sympathetically.
“He’s almost as good as new,” Roland said. “One of the aides told me they already moved him out of ICU into a private room. He might even get to go home as early as the day after tomorrow.”
“That’s good to hear,” Willis said. Shaking his head, he added, “You all had quite a commotion here, didn’t you? Were you on duty?”
Roland vigorously nodded. “I sure was, but I didn’t see any of it happen, thank goodness. I didn’t even hear the gunshots.”
“What exactly did happen?”
Roland was eager to recount what he had heard, and when he had finished, another volunteer named Bill added a few facts.
“The way I heard it,” Bill began, “a man and a woman were running away from the federal agents, and then suddenly the man turned around and shot the agent closing in on them.”
Roland plopped down in a swivel chair and rested his elbows on the arms. “That’s how I heard it, too,” he agreed.
“Did they catch the man and woman yet?” Willis asked, knowing full well they hadn’t.
“No,” Bill said.
“But they will,” Roland interjected. “And when they do, that pair will be put away for a long time. You don’t get off with a light sentence when you shoot a federal agent.”
“Have you heard why the FBI was after them?” Willis asked, leaning on the counter as though he had all the time in the world to chat.
“I heard it was a sting operation,” Bill answered eagerly. “They were selling guns or drugs or something.”
Roland shook his head. “That’s not what I heard. One of the secretaries in admissions told me the security guard said they were passing government secrets.”
Before the two men could get into an argument, Willis steered the conversation in another direction. “Does the FBI know who they’re looking for?”
“FBI agents and cops have been crawlin’ all over the place trying to get information, looking for witnesses,” Roland said.