“Something?” he asked.
“They’ve got him, the guy who was at the bar and on the tour. He’s in an interrogation room now—spouting his civil rights and demanding a lawyer,” Logan said. “Go see what you can get him to spill. We may not have much time if we can’t find cause to hold him.”
*
Hannah was glad she had chosen to stay at the house with Kelsey and that Dallas hadn’t fought her decision.
She needed time to do what needed to be done business-wise, and maybe, if there was time, just try to calm down, chill out. She was determined not to analyze everything she had done or what she was feeling, not to mention what she thought she should or shouldn’t be feeling. And she definitely didn’t want to try to analyze what he was feeling. Besides, she was afraid she might not even have a future, so the analysis of anything was moot. Better just to keep moving.
She called her service and found out that tonight’s tour was full. In fact, they’d been turning down reservations for hours. It was always popular, but her tour was the hottest thing in town these days.
She didn’t go outside, and she and Kelsey were keeping the house locked, so they would hear anyone trying to enter.
“I like your guy,” she told Kelsey after her cousin had done one of what she called her walk-arounds, moving through the house, checking on the patrol officer on the street and peeking out back.
“My guy? You mean Logan?” Kelsey asked, and smiled.
“You work so well together. Are you really going to get married?”
“Really.”
“You don’t wear a ring.”
“I do.” She produced her engagement ring, which she wore on a chain around her neck. It was a beautiful stone, but a sapphire, not a diamond. Hannah noted that there was a second ring on the chain.
“My favorite,” Kelsey said, indicating the stone.
“Bucking tradition.”
“Actually, I am pretty traditional. I believe in marriage.”
“And you went off and got married without telling anyone—if I’m reading this right,” Hannah said.
“We still plan on doing something special with our friends—soon. We haven’t announced that we’re married. I think our close friends have figured it out, though.”
“Will the FBI let you continue working together once they know you’re married?”
Kelsey smiled and nodded. “We’re all handpicked. There are dangers, yes, and we have to follow a lot of extra procedures. But because we’re a special unit, we’re not subject to all the same rules as everyone else. Unlike the standard field office, we’re not limited to a particular territory. Since we’re an offshoot of the behavioral analysis unit, we’re on call, ready to go wherever we’re needed. And while we’re not officially ‘the unit that talks to ghosts,’ it’s common knowledge that we handle ‘special cases.’ Our director knows that people like us aren’t the norm, so he doesn’t mess with what works. Logan and I work well together.”
“But...?”
“But what?”
“Do you ever feel a conflict? Like...it must rip you to pieces when you’re both in dangerous situations,” Hannah told her.
Kelsey was thoughtful for a minute. “A little. But no job comes with a guarantee. You can play it safe and never take chances, and then a car jumps a curb and crashes through a storefront, and it kills you and half a dozen others. You can die a thousand natural deaths—hurricane, earthquake, tornado, blizzard—”
“Falling piece of the space shuttle, asteroid collision?” Hannah said.
“Anything can happen,” Kelsey said softly. “We had an agent survive cancer, and she was hit by a bus the week after she finished chemo. There are no guarantees. I want to make a difference and so does Logan, so...
“Everyone in the Krewes winds up being very close. We’re different from other people, but we share that difference with each other. It’s like the kinship between robotics geeks or animal trainers or...jugglers or specialists in any field. You speak the same language. So we tend to get emotionally involved with each other. For us, it works.”
Hannah was listening to Kelsey so intently that when she heard a knock at the front door, she nearly jumped out of her chair.
At the same time, Kelsey’s phone rang.
Kelsey held up a hand, warning Hannah to wait, as she answered the phone. Then she said, “That was the cop out front. He says there’s a woman at the door—an attractive blonde.”
“Oh, hell. It’s Valeriya Dimitri,” Hannah said. “I should have called her.”
“And Valeriya is...?” Kelsey asked.
“My housekeeper. She usually comes mornings, and we clean up the place together. I’d like to talk to her. I haven’t spoken with her since right after I found...Jose.”
Kelsey nodded. But she didn’t leave her gun on the table. Instead, she slid it into the back of her jeans and let her light cotton jacket hide it.