A muscle on the side of his jaw twitches. Travis hates that I’ve relegated the Whispering Bay police force to a bunch of muffin delivery guys.
“Who do you think killed the guy in the park?”
“I have no idea. But you can see how important it is to keep this confidential. Since it was an agent, the FBI will be handling this internally.”
“Do you think it was a professional hit?”
He looks at me over the rim of his coffee cup. “Possibly.”
“I mean, you’d have to be a pretty good shot or just really lucky to get a bullet right between someone’s eyes. And the woman who Kitty thinks is the wife? Is she an agent too? How many of them are there?”
“That’s a lot of questions, Lucy.”
I snort. “You expect me to believe that the FBI is having some kind of agent convention in a house in Dolphin Isles in Whispering Bay, Florida?”
Travis sets his cup down on the coffee table. “Why do you have to make everything so hard?”
“You mean why don’t I just believe everything you say?”
“Most women do.”
Of all the arrogant… “Good thing I’m not most women.”
We lock gazes. Rats. I’m not purposely flirting. He isn’t either. But it just happens.
He closes his eyes for a second like he’s recharging. When he opens them again, he’s all cop. “Against my better judgment, I’m going to tell you the truth. But only because I know from recent experience that you’ll never leave this alone until I do. And you need to leave this alone, or you’re going to create a whole lot of trouble for everyone.”
I place my coffee mug on the table next to his. “I’m all ears.”
He shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s about to say. “The FBI is hiding a federal witness here in town.”
“Hiding him from what?”
“From certain people who might not want him to testify.”
“Certain people? You mean, like…organized crime people?”
He nods.
“So the guy in the park was like…a mob hit?”
“Possibly. It’s not up to me to say. Or you. Like I said, the FBI will be handling this.”
“Who’s this guy the FBI is protecting? Some top mob boss who’s decided to turn his life around? Is he going into the witness protection program? Is he going to live here in Whispering Bay? Oh my God, what if—”
“It’s none of those. And that’s all the information you’re getting.”
“You can’t just leave me dangling.”
“Sure I can.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Zeke said I was only to tell you what was absolutely necessary to get your cooperation.”
“Well, of course you have my cooperation. But I could do so much more! I could help the FBI—”
“No.”