“Apparently he had cleverly hidden it.”
“I’d like it back, please.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Bennett. It was taken into evidence.”
Evidence of what, Jordie wondered. Evidence against whom? Gwen hadn’t specified, and Jordie was afraid to ask for fear of what the answer would be.
In any case, it was doubtful that Josh would be foolish enough to call her phone. He would know the authorities were closely monitoring it in the hope they could use an incoming call to pinpoint his location.
After consulting Agent Wiley, Gwen had permitted her to communicate with her office staff on the condition that she talk to them on speaker. Her employees became uncharacteristically emotional when they heard her voice. They expressed relief and gratitude that she was unharmed.
No one mentioned Josh, so she was spared having to address that issue with them. Nor did she provide them any details of her abduction and rescue, primarily because Gwen had instructed her not to. “Something you say innocently might impede the investigation.”
Jordie didn’t see how that was possible, but she didn’t argue, because she wasn’t ready to talk about those thirty-six hours spent with Shaw Kinnard anyway.
She had no idea when she would be allowed to return to work and resume normal life. After talking with her staff, she felt detached from reality and drained of energy. The remaining hours of the day had seemed to stretch emptily and endlessly ahead of her.
She’d availed herself of the suite’s Jacuzzi tub and had shampooed so vigorously she’d made her scalp sting. She used a spare toothbrush to scrub the caked blood—Shaw’s blood—from beneath her fingernails.
Gwen had collected changes of clothing and toiletries from her house in Tobias, as Wiley had said. Jordie was glad to swap clean clothes for those hopelessly blood-stained, although she was strangely reluctant to hand them over to Gwen when she asked for them. Jordie couldn’t account for why she was inclined to hug them against her chest and not let go.
Since her arrival, they’d ordered two room service meals. Jordie should’ve been ravenous, but she’d listlessly picked at the food. After drinking a half glass of minibar white wine, encouraged by Gwen, she’d pleaded exhaustion and gone to bed.
It surprised her now that she’d slept at all, but she supposed that her body had demanded it whether she’d desired it or not. The sleep had restored her physically, but she’d come abruptly awake with her anxiety intact.
Staring at the cold floor tiles between her bare feet, she thought how badly she dreaded tomorrow and the unwelcome surprises it could have in store. Then she realized that it was tomorrow. She had no alternative except to face it.
When she stepped into the bedroom, Gwen was standing backlit in the doorway that opened into the living area of the suite.
U.S. Marshal Gwen Saunders was of average height, her frame padded by fifteen pounds of extra weight, which she carried well and unselfconsciously. She wasn’t unkind, just…official. She was on high alert even at four thirty in the morning. Not that Jordie could blame her. Josh’s escapade hadn’t inspired much trust between the Marshal’s Service and the Bennett family.
Gwen asked, “Everything okay?”
“I just needed the bathroom.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“No thank you.”
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“I received a text from Joe Wiley after you went to bed.”
Jordie’s heart tripped. Shaw?
“He’d like us to be at his office at nine thirty,” Gwen said, dashing her hope, and fear, of getting an update on Shaw. She went on to tell Jordie that she’d ordered a Continental breakfast to be sent up at eight. “Unless you want me to order something else.”
“No, that’s fine.”
Gwen asked what time she wanted to be woken up. Jordie gave her a time. “But wake me if you receive any news.”
The marshal nodded but made no promises. “Get some more rest.” She pulled the door closed as she went out.
Jordie got back into bed, rolled onto her side, and curled into the fetal position.
What a godawful mess.
By escaping, Josh had set things into motion, but it was unfair to lay her present circumstances entirely at his feet. She was also culpable. When the FBI agents had questioned her six months ago and asked specifically about her relationship with Billy, she should have told them about that cursed trip to Costa Rica. Of course, she hadn’t known then about the funds that Josh had transferred down there to facilitate Panella’s getaway.