Page 37 of Storm and Tempest

Everything in Jax wanted to find Kenna and just disappear. Build a life with her that included fulfilling careers for both of them, kids, and a peaceful life. Whatever that might look like. “She would never be happy until there’s justice. You thinkshe would rest if she knewDominatuswas out there hurting people?”

Ramon just sighed.

Jax continued, “Until we find Amara and Zeyla, we should go back to Phoenix and double back on exposing the mole in the Bureau. Whoever is their handler, or feeds them information, we need to talk to that person. They have to know how to find her.”

“For the sake of your precious justice?” Ramon’s tone cut across the interior of the car like a knife.

Jax wanted to give the guy a long speech about Kenna and the way she got things done. Instead, he asked rhetorically, “You think she’d let corruption in the FBI go unchecked?”

“She’d be first in line to bring that stuff into the light,” Ramon admitted. “Expose it.”

“Let’s do it, because it’s what she would do.”

“Agreed.”

“Pull into that gas station.” Ramon turned. “Bruce?”

“What are you going to do?” Bruce asked him.

It was like listening to shorthand, but Jax figured the quickest way to an answer was to do as Ramon had asked.

Bruce pulled off the highway and into the parking lot behind him.

“Find Amara,” Ramon said. “While you guys clean house at the FBI.”

Sounded like he didn’t want anything to do with the Bureau. And considering he’d been an agent burned and discredited by his handler, Jax didn’t really blame him. “How are you going to find Amara?”

Ramon shoved the door open. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll call if I get anywhere.”

Bruce got out of his car, and the two men shook hands. Ramon got into Bruce’s car, and Bruce got into the passenger side of Jax’s.

Ramon peeled out of the lot faster than necessary.

Jax followed, heading toward Phoenix. “Maybe he’s the one who needs a bodyguard.”

“Do you think Kenna would?—”

“Fine. Use my logic against me.” He’d won a debate with Ramon with the same tactic, and Bruce had been listening. No, Kenna would not let corruption in the Bureau gone unchecked.

Bruce chuckled.

Jax wasn’t quite as amused. “He’s a big boy. Or expendable. I’m the one who needs a bodyguard. Got it.” He nodded, hitting the gas like Ramon had because he could—not because he had anything to prove.

Bruce shook his head. “He’s going to check on Maizie first. Make sure she’s good. That’s the deal.”

Jax hadn’t known about that deal. “How will he find Amara?”

“Not sure it’s her he’s gonna find.”

Jax frowned. “Zeyla?”

Bruce shrugged.

“I thought he was friends with some reporter who got an anonymous video.” Just thinking about that made his stomach turn, but this was a conversation about Ramon and the revolving door of women who seemed to come and go from his life. “And before that it was Forrest Crosby.”

“We’re all looking for something.”

“Even you?”