Risk It All. Anna Perrin
the organization, so he came to Langeville to recover and, supposedly, to enjoy early retirement. But based on your meeting with him, he seems to have been working at his own criminal operation.”
“I wonder if Trevor is the first banker he’s contacted,” Brooke murmured.
“Can’t the FBI arrest Sidorov?” Savannah asked. “Based on what he did to my husband?”
Jared frowned. “He released Trevor without a scratch, and he could deny he poses any threat to him. Even if a prosecutor was willing to charge him, a judge might release him on bail until the trial. If that happened, Sidorov would pose even more of a danger to Trevor and you.”
“What about witness protection?” Trevor asked.
The banker had apparently watched too much TV. “The federal government has very strict guidelines. Lots of people witness crimes, but it’s rare they receive assistance. From what you’ve said, you don’t know enough about Sidorov’s operations to qualify for the program.”
“Maybe I could learn more,” Trevor offered. “Go along with whatever he tells me to do until there’s enough evidence for him to be held without bail and convicted.”
“That would be extremely dangerous for you. And even if you were successful and approved for witness protection, it’s a life-altering change. After the trial, you and Savannah would have to relocate to another state, you could never work in banking again, and neither of you could ever have contact with your family or friends again.”
Savannah gazed at her sister with tears in her eyes. “That sounds more like punishment than assistance. What are we supposed to do?”
“I think you should go away,” Brooke said.
“Where?”
“How about Hilton Head? You’ve told me a few times your friend Amy has offered to loan you her condo there.”
“If we did that, how long would we need to remain there?” Trevor asked Jared.
“I can’t say definitively. I’ll be continuing with my investigation of Sidorov related to another matter, but it’ll take time to build a case against him. For now, be grateful you have somewhere to stay that’s off the grid.”
“What do you mean, off the grid?” Savannah asked.
“Your friend’s condo is a private residence, as opposed to a hotel that would record your ID and keep your credit-card information on file. You don’t want to leave a paper trail Sidorov could follow, if he chose to. The safest course of action would be to pay for everything with cash from this point forward.”
“Can we afford to do that?” Savannah asked Trevor. “You’ve mentioned before that, even if we sold some investments today, it would take at least a few days to raise the money.”
He gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll take a cash advance on our line of credit. As for work, I’ll tell my boss there’s been a family emergency, and I need to take two weeks off. He’s been pushing me to use up the vacation time I carried over from last year.”
“Sounds like you have a plan,” Jared said.
“Savannah, why don’t you contact Amy and make sure her offer still stands?” Brooke suggested.
“Good idea. Excuse me while I step outside to make the call.”
Savannah slid out of the booth and headed for the front of the diner. Trevor waited until his wife was out of earshot before he turned to Jared. “I didn’t want to scare my wife, but several members of my local bankers’ association have died in the past six months. I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, other than feeling bad for their families, but now I can’t help wondering if they’d had any dealings with Sidorov.”
“Do you remember their names?”
“I can ask somebody at the association. All I know is they were all middle-aged and regular attendees of the meetings. Is it just a coincidence they died after Sidorov moved to Ohio? Maybe I’m being paranoid, but it would put my mind at ease if I knew their deaths weren’t suspicious.”
Jared pulled out a notebook and passed it to Trevor. “Make the call and write down their names and anything else you think is pertinent. Where they lived. What banks they worked for. I’ll try to find out what happened to them, but it might take a while.”
“Whatever you can manage is fine,” Trevor said.
Brooke exited the booth. “I’ll go check on Savannah.”
Within minutes, she was standing outside the restaurant in the bright sunshine, waiting for Savannah to finish her call. After a quick “goodbye and thank you again” exchange, her sister dropped her cell phone into her purse, her bangles jangling. “Okay, Trevor and I are all set. Amy gave me the condo’s address and the spot where she keeps her spare key. She’s happy we’re finally going to enjoy the place and wishes she could join us, but she’s too busy organizing a charity gala.”
“That’s great.” Brooke hugged her sister. “I’m glad my suggestion worked out.”
Savannah held her close for a few extra seconds. “You should come to Hilton Head with us. When Sidorov figures out Trevor and I have left town, he’s going to try to find us, probably by contacting our family and friends.”
“He won’t find out about Amy’s condo from me,” Brooke said firmly.
Savannah rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you. This guy sounds utterly ruthless. You could be in danger, too.”
Her sister had no idea Brooke had already been detained at gunpoint by Sidorov’s security guard, and she sure wasn’t going to tell her. “I appreciate your offer, but I’m not coming to Hilton Head with you. You and Trevor will finally have some time alone together. The last thing you need is me tagging along.”
“Don’t worry about that. This is hardly the way I envisioned a romantic getaway with my husband,” Savannah muttered. “On the run from a death threat.”
Brooke patted her arm sympathetically. “I know, but try to make the most of it. Remember what Mom always used to say. Make lemonade out of lemons, right?”
“I suppose so.” She frowned. “If you won’t come, then, please, don’t stay at your place. Find somewhere else for a while where you’re sure you’ll be safe.”
“I’ll think about it.” Although her sister’s suggestion held some merit, she wouldn’t feel right about couch surfing at her friends’ houses. Apart from the imposition of a last-minute houseguest, what if her presence brought danger to them? She’d never forgive herself if someone got threatened or hurt on account of her. The alternative—renting a hotel room for an undetermined length of time—wasn’t viable either. Her line of credit was already maxed out to keep her business afloat. Establishing her reputation as a PI had taken more time—and the start-up costs had been higher—than she’d expected. Even so, she didn’t regret her decision to be self-employed.
Savannah stabbed a finger in her direction, a gesture she felt entitled to as the older sister. “Ask that FBI agent for a suggestion. Or better yet, stick close to him. My impression of him is he’s smart, competent and determined. A guy with his training would be really good at fending off bad guys and protecting you. He also has seriously impressive muscles, no wedding ring and a sexy mouth.”
Savannah couldn’t know her conjecture about Nash’s skills had already been put to the test and proved true. And the rest of her description of the man was valid, too, including the comment about his sexy mouth. His occasional smiles had sent tingles up Brooke’s spine, which was crazy given the circumstances.
“He is totally male and totally hot. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, sis.”
She was tempted to deny it, but Savannah’s expression told her that she’d be wasting her breath.