Page 76 of Storm and Tempest

She frowned. “Why would someone make an appointment at the bank?”

“That’s what we need to find out. It could be whatDominatusis trying to distract us from.”

Her eyes widened. “You think whoever it is, that woman who looks like Kenna—you think she’s the one who made the appointment?”

“Her, or Kenna herself.” He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but there it was. The rush of possibly seeing her today. Getting her back. After all, it might not be the lookalike. Or it could be Kenna herself going to the bank.

Maizie tucked her legs back in the car and grabbed an iPad from her backpack. “I’ll check all the accounts. I haven’t really been paying attention to them.”

Ramon said, “Maybe they’re trying to clean out her money, since they believe she won’t need it. It’s probably where they get their cash from.” He made a face like saying that left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I’ll follow you guys and make my call.” Zeyla headed off to her car.

Jax slid in the front seat.

“Feeling okay?” Ramon cranked the car.

“Thanks for the soda.”

Ramon nodded even though Jax hadn’t answered the question. It didn’t really matter how he felt. What mattered is that they kept moving, overturning every rock in their path until they found the one whoever took Kenna had crawled under.

His father knew something about what was going on.Where are you, Dad?

Maybe he had this whole time and simply refused to admit it to Jax. Because it was safer for him, or for the whole family, if he kept his head down and avoided the fact he was in this whether he liked it or not.

Jax looked up the branch of the bank where Kenna had all her accounts. They’d combined personal finances when they married, but her business was separate. So was her trust fund from her dad’s book and movie sales. Every two weeks, she moved money into their joint account that represented the paycheck the business she ran gave to her. She’d also told him she paid Maizie more than what she paid herself to cover bills and incidentals.

Maizie tapped his shoulder. “Nothing in these messages says what the appointment is for.”

Jax turned to look at her. “What about activity on the account since she’s been gone?” He tripped over the last word, even though he tried not to. He cleared his throat, and his phone buzzed with a notification—the verse of the day from his Bible app.

A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.

Jax nearly laughed, muttering to himself, “That’s super subtle.”

Even if it wasn’t God blatantly trying to get his attention, it was still a good message he needed to remember. Whateverhappened, the Lord was sovereign. Jax didn’t really understand how free will intersected with the things God ordained, even with how long he’d been a believer. But he did know this was only going to turn out to be a victory if God directed the outcome.

It was the one thing he could count on versus the option of relying on his own fallible strength. Jax might not succeed if it was all up to him. The question was whether he could afford to trust God if the answer was one he didn’t like. That he might not get Kenna back.

If he lost her…and their baby.

A lump rose in his throat.

He blinked back tears and stared out the window, trying to decide if he could take the leap and fully trust God. Sure, he was praying constantly for Kenna. He could trust God to take care of her and their baby right now, because he couldn’t do anything to help until he found them.

But with the things that Jaxcouldcontrol, he found it far easier to rely on himself because he could affect the outcome.

Ramon pulled into a parking space downtown, in front of a jeweler. Towering over the jeweler was a high-rise of apartments. Across the street, the bank branch had its offices above, a huge international company that might be connected toDominatus.Kenna wouldn’t want to discover that about her finances—but she would want to know.

Jax holstered his gun and flipped the back of his shirt over it.

“I’m coming with you.” Maizie opened her door and climbed out. “I’m not staying in the car.”

Zeyla strode along the sidewalk toward them. “Mom hasn’t received anything from you-know-who about Kenna since their operative was killed.”

It wasn’t only the woman sent to murder Samuel who had been killed, but also Sandra. So much death and destructionwhen all he’d been trying to do was run the Phoenix FBI office and enjoy married life.

Jax shoved away those unhelpful thoughts and focused. “Does she know where Kenna is, or what ‘offshore’ means?”