Night Watch (Kendra Michaels #4)(13)

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged. “We just spent the weekend together in Marbella while I was over there. We still know how to have a good time together.”

Kendra rolled her eyes. “You know, I was almost feeling sorry for you.”

His lips turned up at the corners. “Oh, I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

“You don’t deserve it. Ashley is the one I feel sorry for.”

“I’m sorry you never got to meet her. You would have liked her.”

“I admired the catalogue swimsuit spreads, but I’m not sure it’s the same thing.”

“It’s not. She’s very sweet.”

“Sweet.” She tasted the word. “Ah, I’m sure that was the attraction.”

He tilted his head. “Did you come here to bust my chops about my ex-girlfriend? Somehow I don’t think so.”

“No, as enjoyable as that would be, I want you to go with me to the FBI field office.”

He stared at her for a long moment. “That may have been the last thing I expected to hear you say.”

“Yeah.” She made a sour face. “Didn’t sound right to me, either.”

He motioned toward the front door. “Come inside. I need to hear about this.”

She joined him on the curving walkway and followed him inside his home. As he closed the tall door behind her, she glanced around the dark wood fixtures and tile floors. It wasn’t her style, but she felt herself oddly comforted by her surroundings. Some of the tension drained from her shoulders.

“You like it here.” He smiled. “This is one place you’ve always been able to relax.”

“I can relax lots of places.”

“Not like you can here. You know I’m right.”

He was right, she realized, even if she didn’t like to admit it. “It would be pretty sad if I needed retractable bulletproof shutters, motion sensors, and security cameras to relax.”

“Why? That’s why I built this place.”

“One of the drawbacks of being a government agent for hire. You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years.”

“And you haven’t?”

“My enemies are either dead or in prison.”

“Lucky you. Still, you have to admit it’s nice to have an impenetrable barrier between you and the outside world.”

“I can’t let myself feel that way.”

“You already have. And there’s nothing wrong with that, especially after the things you’ve been through. You deserve some peace.”

Peace.

Kendra looked away. She wanted peace, but it wasn’t in the cards for her right now. Not while Waldridge might be in trouble.

“But that’s not happening with you.” Lynch’s gaze was searching her face. He leaned closer. “So I think you’d better tell me about it.”

She hesitated. This was why she had come, wasn’t it? But if she drew Lynch into this, it would be a commitment. A commitment she’d been avoiding for months. Because she never knew where that commitment would lead.

He was looking into her eyes. He said softly, “Tell me.”

Do it, before she changed her mind. She quickly told him about Waldridge, his cryptic statements, and his disappearance.

After she was done, Lynch placed his hands on her upper arms. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it? Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

“Good.” She stepped back and slid out of her jacket.

Lynch’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes. By all means, get comfortable.”

She gave him a squelching glance and showed him the jacket sleeve. “There was liquid on the floor of Waldridge’s hotel room. Something I couldn’t place. I sopped up some on my sleeve.”

“Did you tell the cops on the scene?”

“Yes, and they promised to run it by their crime lab. But I don’t think—”

“You don’t think they’ll give it high priority,” he finished for her. “And you’re probably right.”

She held up the jacket sleeve. “I want to take this to the FBI lab and have it tested there.”

“I’m surprised you’re not there now. Griffin would jump at the chance to get you back in the position of owing him.”

“He already thinks I owe him one for getting me in that crime scene to begin with. And I don’t want this to get lost in the crime-lab in-box. I want priority.”

“Priority over every active FBI investigation?”

“Exactly. I want it done today.”

He chuckled. “Of course you do. And you think I can make that happen?”

“I know you can. I’ve seen how fast things happen when you decide to send a text or two to D.C.”

“I’ve spent years building currency there. Currency that can evaporate if I tap it too much.”

“You’re the go-to guy for people at every government agency. You replenish your currency with each assignment you do for them.”

“Only if I’m successful.”

“Which you always are.”

“Almost always. That’s a big distinction. One that can sometimes mean the difference between life and death.”

“Are you trying to impress me? Because as much as bikini-model Ashley may swoon when you talk like that—”