have your suite bugged.”
Lucky and Marin just stared at her.
Helen continued, “I heard them talking when they got back from the hospital after they saw you. Don’t know where the bug is, but I’ll bet my favorite broach that they put one somewhere in the bedroom.”
“Why would they do that?” Lucky asked.
“Because they’re suspicious. I don’t know where Howard got the notion, but he thinks Lucky here is only out to break your heart. My advice, be careful what you say. And be just as careful what you do. Don’t give Howard and Lois any ammunition to take this little boy. Because with a judge who’s your dad’s fishing buddy, they already have enough.”
Marin groaned softly and started to get up. “I’ll look for the bug.”
Lucky put his hand on her shoulder and eased her back down. “I’ll do it.”
“You might not want to do that,” Helen volunteered. “I mean, you could think of a bug as a golden opportunity to give Howard and my often misguided daughter a dose of their own medicine. After all, they’re using deceit to try to force Marin back here. Why don’t you prove to them that you have nothing to hide, that you are what you say you are?”
Lucky could think of a reason—because it would be damn impossible to stay “in character” 24/7. He would have to disarm that eavesdropping device.
His cell phone rang. He considered letting it go to voice mail. Until he spotted the name on the caller ID.
“I have to take this,” he told Marin, and since he couldn’t go into the bugged bedroom, he stepped outside so he could have some privacy.
Winter came right at him. The wind felt like razor blades whipping at his shirt and jeans. But that didn’t stop him. This call was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
“Cal,” Lucky answered. As in Special Agent Cal Rico from the Justice Department. Just as important, Cal was his best friend and had been since they’d grown up together in San Antonio. “Please tell me you have good news about that train explosion.”
“Some.” But Cal immediately paused. “It looks as though someone left a homemade explosive device in a suitcase in one of the storage lockers near the lounge car.”
The car where they’d been sitting.
“I don’t suppose you saw anyone suspicious carrying a black leather suitcase?” Cal asked.
“No.” But then, Lucky had been preoccupied with Marin. He’d allowed the attraction he felt for her to stop him from doing his job. And his job had been to make sure that no one had followed him while he’d been following Marin.
Obviously, he’d failed big-time.
“Did any of the other passengers notice the suitcase-carrying bomber?” Lucky leaned his shoulder against the sunroom glass, hoping he’d absorb some of the heat. Inside, Marin and her grandmother were still talking.
“No, but I’m about to start reviewing the surveillance disks.”
That caught Lucky’s attention. “What exactly was recorded?”
“All the main areas on the train itself, and the two depots where the train stopped in Fort Worth and then in Dallas.”
Good. It was what he wanted to hear. “So anyone who boarded should be on that surveillance?”
“Should be. Of course, that doesn’t rule out a person who was already on the train. The person could have been hiding there for a while just so they wouldn’t be so obvious on surveillance.”
Hell. But Lucky would take what he could get. These disks were a start.
“We’ll scan the disks using the face recognition program,” Cal continued. “And also check for anyone carrying a suitcase that matches the leather fragments we were able to find at the point of origin of the explosion. We might get something useful.”
Lucky didn’t like the possibility that they might not succeed. He had to find that bomber. Better yet, he had to prove the bomber was either Dexter or someone connected to him. And then, he had to stop this SOB before Marin and Noah were put in harm’s way
Lucky and Marin just stared at her.
Helen continued, “I heard them talking when they got back from the hospital after they saw you. Don’t know where the bug is, but I’ll bet my favorite broach that they put one somewhere in the bedroom.”
“Why would they do that?” Lucky asked.
“Because they’re suspicious. I don’t know where Howard got the notion, but he thinks Lucky here is only out to break your heart. My advice, be careful what you say. And be just as careful what you do. Don’t give Howard and Lois any ammunition to take this little boy. Because with a judge who’s your dad’s fishing buddy, they already have enough.”
Marin groaned softly and started to get up. “I’ll look for the bug.”
Lucky put his hand on her shoulder and eased her back down. “I’ll do it.”
“You might not want to do that,” Helen volunteered. “I mean, you could think of a bug as a golden opportunity to give Howard and my often misguided daughter a dose of their own medicine. After all, they’re using deceit to try to force Marin back here. Why don’t you prove to them that you have nothing to hide, that you are what you say you are?”
Lucky could think of a reason—because it would be damn impossible to stay “in character” 24/7. He would have to disarm that eavesdropping device.
His cell phone rang. He considered letting it go to voice mail. Until he spotted the name on the caller ID.
“I have to take this,” he told Marin, and since he couldn’t go into the bugged bedroom, he stepped outside so he could have some privacy.
Winter came right at him. The wind felt like razor blades whipping at his shirt and jeans. But that didn’t stop him. This call was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
“Cal,” Lucky answered. As in Special Agent Cal Rico from the Justice Department. Just as important, Cal was his best friend and had been since they’d grown up together in San Antonio. “Please tell me you have good news about that train explosion.”
“Some.” But Cal immediately paused. “It looks as though someone left a homemade explosive device in a suitcase in one of the storage lockers near the lounge car.”
The car where they’d been sitting.
“I don’t suppose you saw anyone suspicious carrying a black leather suitcase?” Cal asked.
“No.” But then, Lucky had been preoccupied with Marin. He’d allowed the attraction he felt for her to stop him from doing his job. And his job had been to make sure that no one had followed him while he’d been following Marin.
Obviously, he’d failed big-time.
“Did any of the other passengers notice the suitcase-carrying bomber?” Lucky leaned his shoulder against the sunroom glass, hoping he’d absorb some of the heat. Inside, Marin and her grandmother were still talking.
“No, but I’m about to start reviewing the surveillance disks.”
That caught Lucky’s attention. “What exactly was recorded?”
“All the main areas on the train itself, and the two depots where the train stopped in Fort Worth and then in Dallas.”
Good. It was what he wanted to hear. “So anyone who boarded should be on that surveillance?”
“Should be. Of course, that doesn’t rule out a person who was already on the train. The person could have been hiding there for a while just so they wouldn’t be so obvious on surveillance.”
Hell. But Lucky would take what he could get. These disks were a start.
“We’ll scan the disks using the face recognition program,” Cal continued. “And also check for anyone carrying a suitcase that matches the leather fragments we were able to find at the point of origin of the explosion. We might get something useful.”
Lucky didn’t like the possibility that they might not succeed. He had to find that bomber. Better yet, he had to prove the bomber was either Dexter or someone connected to him. And then, he had to stop this SOB before Marin and Noah were put in harm’s way
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