Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

“So you killed him,” Rachel said, voice hollow. Eighteen. He’d killed his father then.

“And I realized that I was very, very good at killing.” He glanced over his shoulder. “But I guess that’s something that Agent Foxx and I have in common, isn’t it? Shannon saw it. And you see it, too.” His focus shifted back to Rachel. “Don’t you?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think you’re anything alike.”

“You shouldn’t be so certain.”

Control. The word whispered through her mind. Kenneth was trying to control everything that was said in that room.

She had to stop him.

Rachel surged to her feet. “This is a waste of time. You don’t have any intel to give me.” She spun on her heel and marched for the door. “And I don’t have any more time to waste on you.”

“Don’t you leave me!”

She reached for the door.

“If you leave me, they’ll die.”

Rachel stilled. “Who will die?” This wasn’t supposed to be about new victims. She was supposed to be getting the names of all the people who’d hired Kenneth over the years.

Rachel turned to stare at him as she tried to decide if the guy was just playing her.

The smile was gone from his face. He stared at her, cheeks red, mouth tight.

“Who will die, Kenneth?” Rachel pressed.

“My name’s Jack!” He shot up.

Dylan’s hands came down on his shoulders and he pushed the man right back down.

Rachel didn’t advance toward Dylan and the killer. She just stood there, waiting. If he wanted to talk, he would.

And he did.

“Aidan O’Sullivan loved explosions. Loved to light up the night. He learned how to wire the bombs when he was a kid, at his da’s knee. But the grandfather... Oh, he was the law-abiding type. That was why he left Ireland. Left them all, and came here.”

She didn’t move.

“I already had some demolitions know-how, but Aidan taught me a few new tricks.” He looked back at Dylan. “I used one of those tricks on your car. It was small, though. Nothing at all when compared to what I’ve got coming.”

She couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. “You don’t have a target. You wouldn’t—”

“As much as I do enjoy you, sweetheart, you aren’t the only reason that I came back to the U.S. I had work to do. A job that only a man with my...talents could perform.”

“You killed Henry Patterson,” she said.

A shrug. “A side deal I picked up. Not my main ticket.”

Her heart raced, shaking her chest. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” His grin held a cruel edge. “Then by all means, waste a few more hours. When the fire hits the sky, you can believe me then.”

A bomb. Had he really planted a bomb in the city?

“Where is it?” Rachel asked him.

But he shook his head. “Doesn’t work like that. It’s more of a show-and-tell deal.”