Page 2 of Indecent Obsession
“Then why bring up the anonymous tip at all?” Drew asks. “Seems like someone is on a fishing expedition and didn’t bring the correct bait.”
Jacob takes a deep breath. “We’d like to speak to Ms. Morris alone.”
“No.” Wyatt doesn’t look away from Jacob.
Finn smiles. “Look, we don’t know you and we don’t trust you. Sara is under our protection while her brother is out of town. We won’t let her out of our sights, so if you want to ask her questions, go ahead. She’s free to answer as she likes.”
Ethan’s gaze narrows on each of us.
“Fine. Ms. Morris, would you like to speak to us in private?”
“No. I’m comfortable speaking around these men.” Sara touches my hand. “What does the FBI want with my brother?”
Jacob leans forward, clasping his hands between his knees. “That’s confidential. Has he been in contact with you?”
“That’s confidential,” she parrots. I squeeze her shoulder. Now isn’t the time to be a brat.
Jacob’s lips pinch and he glances at Ethan.
Ethan puts his notepad in his pocket and focuses on Sara. “Ms. Morris, our intentions are to keep your brother safe.”
“How do I know you aren’t the reason he’s in danger?” She straightens.
“We’re the FBI, ma’am.” As if that makes them the good guys.
“Sara, just tell them.” I squeeze her shoulder again and she looks up at me with those pale green eyes.
Sara sighs and turns back to the agents. “Tom texted that he was leaving for a while and that’s the last I heard from him.”
She leans forward, putting her hands on her knees. “Now, tell me what my brother has gotten himself into.”
Her gaze goes between the two, probably looking for which one will crack.
Ethan clears his throat. “We’re not confident, but we think he may have information that could help with our case.”
“How does that put him in danger?” She doesn’t back down.
“The group we’re investigating doesn’t leave a money trail. And are very good about hiding the bodies.”
Sara’s mouth tightens into a line as she straightens.
“Is Sara at risk?” I ask.
“No,” Jacob says. “She doesn’t know anything, so it’s unlikely. If Tom contacts you, please call us immediately or give him our number.”
Jacob holds out a card and Finn takes it, shoving it in his pocket.
“We’ll be in touch.” Ethan stands and Jacob joins him.
Drew leads them out the door, leaving us alone. Wyatt and I round the couch. He sits across from Sara on the ottoman while I wrap my arm around her shoulders and draw her into me. She drags in a breath and relaxes.
“He’s really in trouble this time, isn’t he?” Her gaze flicks between the three of us.
“Seems to be.” Which makes it all the more frustrating. Why hasn’t he called or contacted us in some way?
“This is what Tom is good at though. Hiding from his problems.” Finn shakes his head. “If they thought you were in trouble?—”
“The townhouse was broken into.” Wyatt shoves to his feet and paces back and forth. “We’re clueless to who might be part of whatever Tom is running from. Fuck, for all we know Drew is part of it.”
