The Fixer (The Fixer #1)(59)

I could practically hear Ivy grinding her teeth on the other end of the line. “Someone’s making a point,” she said.

I didn’t get a chance to ask who would do this—or what kind of point they could possibly be making.

“Hey.” One of the officers saw me on my phone. “You can’t be on that in here.”

My capacity for playing small and defenseless snapped. “I was told I had to wait here until an adult could pick me up. I’m not allowed to call my legal guardian?”

The cop—a female officer whose acquaintance I hadn’t yet had the pleasure of making—frowned. “Someone will make that call on your behalf.”

“It’s been two hours,” I replied. “Why hasn’t someone already made that call?”

“Tess.” Ivy had been listening from the other end of the phone line, but now she spoke up. “Give the officer the phone.”

I handed the woman the phone. Five seconds into the call, her lips pressed themselves into a thin line. Ten seconds into the call, she paled.

That was about the time that Social Services showed up.

Even from the other side of a phone line, Ivy took charge. By the time the door to the police station opened and Adam walked in a half hour later, the social worker had been dispatched and a woman in a thousand-dollar suit had arrived, pronouncing herself Bodie’s lawyer.

“Adam.” I stood up the second I saw him. “Is Ivy—”

“She’s on her way back,” he replied, before turning his attention to the officer who’d taken charge of me. “Adam Keyes,” he introduced himself. “Department of Defense.”

He was dressed in uniform. I had a feeling that wasn’t an accident.

“You should have received faxed confirmation that I’m authorized to take custody of Tess until such time as her sister arrives,” Adam continued. His tone didn’t invite a response.

“I’ve been instructed to hold the girl until—”

Adam cut her off. “You’ll want to review those instructions. I’m sure Tess’s sister has already told you she’ll be filing a complaint. I suggest you not compound the situation.”

Without waiting for a reply, Adam put a hand on my shoulder and steered me out the door. Once we’d put some distance between us and the building, I let myself ask: “Ivy called you?”

“She did.” He gave my shoulder a light squeeze, then dropped his hand to his side. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” As we hit the parking lot, my brain caught up with me, and I came to a halt. “Bodie—”

“Ivy will take care of it.” There wasn’t an ounce of uncertainty in Adam’s voice. “Maybe a few hours behind bars will improve Bodie’s disposition.”

I almost managed a smile at the deadpan with which Adam issued that statement.

Almost.

“What’s happening?” I asked point-blank. “Why did they bring Bodie in for questioning? Questioning about what?”

Adam seemed to be weighing the chances that I would let this go. He must have decided they weren’t good, because he answered. “It appears some evidence has come to light linking Bodie to an unsolved crime.”

Adam didn’t specify what the evidence was—or what the crime was. I waited until we were situated in his car, me in the passenger seat and him behind the wheel, before I spoke again. “When I asked Ivy what was going on, she said someone was trying to prove a point. What point?”

A tick in Adam’s jaw was the only tell to the fact that my question had hit a nerve. “What point?” he repeated. “That he can get to Bodie.” Adam stared out the windshield, the muscle in his jaw ticking again. “That he can get to you. That there are costs to being difficult and standing against his wishes.”

“Your father.” I didn’t phrase it as a question. The First Lady had said that William Keyes could hold a grudge, that there would be fallout if he thought Ivy was going to challenge his pick for the nomination.

If Georgia Nolan knows that Ivy is in Arizona looking into Pierce, what are the chances that Adam’s father knows the same?

I thought of the way the cop had thrown Bodie onto the hood of the car—harder than necessary. I thought about the fact that the police had called Social Services to pick me up instead of Ivy.

“So this is what?” I asked. “Payback?”

The muscles in Adam’s neck tensed. “This was a warning shot,” Adam corrected tersely. “My father collects things: information, people, blackmail material. He wants Ivy to remember what he’s capable of.”

Bodie had insisted that Ivy had cleared William Keyes of involvement in the justice’s murder, but—

Keyes wants Pierce to get the nomination. He organized the retreat where Pierce and Major Bharani met.

“Ivy will take care of it,” Adam told me for a second time. His eyes darkened as he pulled out onto the road. “And I’ll take care of my father.”





CHAPTER 45

Ivy arrived home that night. I’d just gotten out of the shower when she knocked on my door. Running a towel over my hair, then tossing it aside, I answered the knock.

From the look on Ivy’s face, I had a pretty good idea what she wanted to talk about.