The Innocent: FBI Psychics, Book 2 Read Free Page A

knows. I can’t be there personally for a few days—personal matters—but the freelancer can be there in a few hours. Keep your head down.
    Jay grimaced and responded. Too late, boss .
    She read the next text from Oz as she headed out the door. I know. Just keep your mouth shut and don’t say what doesn’t need to be said. I’m on my way.
    The beauty of working for one kick-ass psychic bitch. She knew everything, it seemed, even before it happened.
    Linc stood by her car, a sexy little Mustang convertible she’d bought after a particularly well-paying job two years ago. She’d only received thirty percent of the fees paid to the Oswald Group, but this fee had been hefty. A rather infamous porn star’s daughter had been kidnapped. About ninety-seven percent of the world hadn’t even realized he had a daughter. That narrowed the suspect pool quite a bit. But Trevorr Starr hadn’t wanted to go to the cops because he already knew who had her, and why, and he didn’t want to go public about his daughter. She had a nice, normal life and hadn’t realized what her father did for a living. He wanted it to stay that way so he’d turned to the Oswald Group and told them he’d pay any price, offering them one million dollars, but they’d have to sign confidentiality agreements.
    Oz had said they could do it for half that and confidentiality agreements were standard for all jobs.
    The child had been with Starr’s ex-girlfriend on a beach down in Mexico. The ex was now doing time in a jail almost too posh to be considered a jail. Jay had used her cut of the money to pay off quite a bit of debt, plus put down a heavy chunk of change on this car. Her baby.
    Sometimes, though, when she sat inside it, she remembered how that little girl had looked up at her when Jay found her.
    Are you going to take me back to my dad? I miss him .
    Not all the jobs ended so easily.
    Although she didn’t make a sound, Linc heard her and turned to face her, his face resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. His gaze flicked over her before returning to meet hers. “Why are you here?”
    “Wow, Linc. Such a nice greeting. It’s so nice to finally meet you too.”
    His lashes swept down. “We talked about this…it’s not working out.”
    There was a wail of sirens. He turned his head, a muscle pulsing in his jaw. Then he looked back at her. “You need to leave. Now. Don’t ask questions, just go. If you don’t—”
    The black-and-white came screaming around the curb and his shoulders tightened.
    “Too late,” he muttered. He took a step toward her. “Get inside the store. Lock yourself in the bathroom. If you know anybody important, for God’s sake, call them now.”
    Something knotted in her gut at the intent look on his face.
    His eyes flashed as he continued to stare at her. “Did you hear me? Call a lawyer. Fuck, if you know a senator, call them. Anybody who would care if you disappeared off the face of the earth, call them.”
    She arched a brow. And then, because she was curious, she shrugged and turned around, headed back into the store.
    She didn’t need to make a call, but she did wonder why he was so intent on it.
     
     
    As the police cruiser came to a stop in front of him, Linc pretended boredom and leaned back against Jay’s car.
    He’d been the one to break Lloyd’s knee.
    He’d been the one to bust Jimmy Hutchins in the throat.
    Right now, Jay was out of sight and maybe, if she stayed that way, the pussies running the police department would be more interested in Linc than her. He could even push them hard enough to get them that way. They wouldn’t make him disappear, that much was certain. They’d already attempted to go that route and it hadn’t gone well for them. All they’d do was make his life a living hell, and what more could they do that they hadn’t already done—
    He cut that thought off as he thought of Jay, back there in the gas station, completely unaware of the backass town she’d walked