Page 37 of Fatal Betrayal

"Maybe closer than you think," Savannah said. "Jillian Markham is looking more and more guilty by the minute. She was near the Benedict's house this morning around the time of the kidnapping. She ran away from you, had a secret meeting with Neil, where she apparently wanted to blackmail him, and then packed a bag and hightailed it out of town. Her roommate talked to you. Maybe she's involved, too. She could have told Jillian that you were closing in on her."

Savannah made a good case. "Jillian is the best lead we have," she agreed. "We need to find her."

"Another person that needs to be located is Daniel Guerrero, Solange's son," Nick said. "He's not returning calls. And his mother claims she hasn't seen him all day."

She sat back in her chair, feeling suddenly exhausted. Her lack of sleep was catching up to her.

"You look beat, Andi," Savannah said. "You should go home."

"There's a child missing."

"It's always hard to call it a day when that's in play, but there's not much else we can do tonight. I need to head out in a few minutes as well."

"Of course," she said, realizing it was past eight. "You should have left earlier. You don't need to be pulling long days."

"I'm fine, but I do occasionally need to see my husband," Savannah said with a smile.

"That's why I stay single," Nick said. "I don't have to worry about getting home to anyone."

"I don't think that's why you stay single," Andi said dryly. "You prefer the many over the one."

Nick laughed. "You don't think I've changed in the seven years since we last saw each other?"

"Have you?" she countered.

"Maybe a little," he replied, an odd shadow entering his gaze.

"Where are you living now?"

"About six blocks from here. What about you?"

"Two and a half miles away. So, neither one of us has much of a commute. Where do you live, Savannah?"

"Ryker and I have a house in Pacific Palisades. We decided we don't need to be as close to our offices as we used to be." Savannah stood up. "I want to have you both over when this is all over. We'll barbecue by the pool."

"Barbecue by the pool," Nick mimicked. "You sound very LA, Savannah."

"Well, that's where I live now," she said with an unapologetic smile. "I'll see you both tomorrow. Don't stay here all night. You'll have more energy for tomorrow."

"Goodnight," she said. As Savannah left, she turned back to Nick. "I appreciate your help today."

"Well, apparently, that's what we do here," Nick replied. "It's all-hands-on deck for whatever is the hot case. That's going to take a little getting used to."

"I agree. I'm used to a more formal hierarchy of power, but Flynn jumps right in with everyone else." She gave him a knowing look. "Are you already tired of being at a desk after one day?"

"Surprisingly, no. I've been working undercover a lot the last several years, living under another name, pretending to like things I hate and hate things I love. It's refreshing to just be myself and do my job with a little distance between me and the criminals."

There was an undertone to his words that made her curious about his last assignment. It sounded like he needed to find his feet again. Before she could ask any questions, her phone buzzed. The call was from the LA office. "This must be Damon," she said.

"Take it," Nick said with a nod. "I'm going to make some coffee."

"Make enough for two," she said, then took the call. "Agent Hart."

"This is Agent Burnett," a man said.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Agent Burnett. What can I do for you?"

"I understand you're working in LA now."