Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

His eyes widened.

“I know you pretty well, too,” Rachel told him softly. “And when I come back—because I am coming back—I’ll show you just how I feel about you.”

Rachel pulled open the door and hurried into the hallway.

I love you.

His words gave her strength.

Mercer waited for her in front of the interrogation room door. When she approached him, he straightened and said, “You don’t have to do this.”

She heard footsteps behind her. “Yes, I do.” It was time to end this chapter of her life. She wanted the future that waited for her.

She wanted Dylan.

But first, she had to stop the killer in that interrogation room.

Mercer opened the door for her.

Kenneth glanced up.

“Show me,” she told him. Because that was all that she had to say.

* * *

DYLAN WATCHED AS Rachel drove away. She and Thomas Anthony were in the front of the vehicle. Kenneth was secured in the back. Dylan followed behind them in a separate vehicle, as did several other agents. Demolitions experts.

They were ready for whatever trick Kenneth tried to throw their way.

Because there would be a twist, Dylan was certain of it.

The miles slid past. Soon enough, Dylan realized that they were heading back to the harbor.

“The location makes sense,” Noelle murmured from beside him. “He had plenty of access to this place. We know he did.”

Dylan yanked out his phone and called Mercer. “Harbor bound,” he snapped.

“I’m watching the GPS,” Mercer replied. “Already got a crew checking on all the boats there.”

Because it would be easy enough for Kenneth to rig a bomb to a boat. The thing could explode when the ignition turned, the same way it had with Dylan’s car.

Or the bomb could be on a timer.

“There’s a celebration set for the harbor tonight,” Mercer said. Dylan heard the murmur of voices then Mercer swore and told him, “Senator Lawrence Duncan has a boat out there. The Dreamer. Duncan’s ex-navy. He could be the target.”

Maybe. Maybe not.

“Stay close, Agent Foxx. Don’t lower your guard for an instant.”

* * *

MERCER PUT DOWN his phone. The whole setup felt wrong to him.

Kenneth Cross is a crazy SOB. He could be planning to light up that whole harbor and kill everyone in his path.

Except...Kenneth liked a challenge.

I have a very large target in this city. One that I will take out...my bombs are already set. Kenneth’s words echoed in Mercer’s mind.