Page 185 of Snowbound Threat

“The order came from Thomes directly. We only intercepted it because I have a finger on the pulse of his organization. What feathers did you ruffle yesterday, Detective?”

Seymore.“Captain Cary Seymore. Of the WSP,” I growl. “He’s the only one we spoke to.”

“Seymore.” He leans back, processing what I’ve told him as I consider the fact that I literally marched Beckett straight into the lion’s den. “I know that name.”

“He was a detective at the Southern Precinct until the week before Paul’s plane went down. He quit and took a promotion to captain of the District 1 office in Tacoma.”

“That’s interesting timing.”

“They’ve been trying to track him down all day, but no one has seen or heard from him.” I clench my hands into fists. So close. We wereright there.“You really think Thomes is a cop, though? That he could be Seymore?”

“I do,” he replies. “It makes the most sense. Everyone else I’ve gone after, I’ve gotten, but Thomes hasalwaysbeen one step ahead. I’m not a man who puts much stock in coincidences.”

“Me neither.”

Reid’s phone buzzes on the table, so he glances down. “We got a trace on the caller who received the orders to take out Beckett,” he says.

“Who?” My pulse is hammering.

He raises his gaze at me. “It was a burner, but they’ve got a lock on it.” He zooms in on his screen. “What hospital is Beckett being held at?”

I surge to my feet and sprint out the door, not caring if I get any more information. It doesn’t matter. Not when her life is on the line.

“I’ll drive,” Reid rushes out past me and opens the door to a truck parked on the curb. I jump in, my pulse racing the entire time.

Ripping out my phone, I tap Beckett’s contact.

It goes straight to voicemail.

No.

My stomach plummets, fear waging a bloody war within me. I tap on Anderson’s contact next.

“Hey, partner, what’s?—”

“Beckett. Is she okay?”

“I haven’t heard otherwise. Why, what’s wrong?”

“How far are you from the hospital?”

“Not far,” he replies. “I’ll head over there now and make sure.”

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing.” He ends the call, so I set my phone down and run both hands over my face.

“If Thomes is Seymore, then there’s no telling how many cops he has working for him. They could be everywhere.” I shake my head.

“Hence the need for me to be undercover for so long. The one person who knows what I’m doing is the Special Agent in Charge of my office. I resigned and took on the persona without anyone else knowing. We had no idea how deep the corruption went.”

“Then why are you risking it now?” I demand. “You’re here, out, and helping us. Why?”

His jaw tightens. “Paul saved my life the year before he died. He overheard something during one of the flights with Thomes’ businessmen and warned me that someone was coming for me before the hitman made it through my front doors. He was agood man who loved his family. I wasn’t about to let anything happen to them—not if I could help it.”

“That’s why you gave Lauren the job.”

“Yes. I put her in the position she was in because the clients who come in don’t typically have access to her. I wanted to keep her out of sight.”