by J. R. Ward
“Start at the beginning,” he said.
Jessie took a shaky breath and let it out slowly, giving herself time to think. “I’m not exactly sure where the beginning actually is. My father was Colonel James Kegan, Commander, U.S. Army Alamo Chemical Depot.”
Bran nodded. “Danny mentioned that. He was very proud of his dad.”
“Dad was proud of Danny, too. He was a great father.”
Bran’s gaze narrowed on her face. “You said was. When did he die?”
“He died on August fifteenth. I still have trouble believing he’s actually gone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“My father is the reason I’m here. Just before he died, a little over two months ago, he was removed from active duty. He was charged with larceny--the theft of military property, specifically chemical weapons stored at the Depot. Because the Army believed he was selling the weapons to a foreign entity, he was also charged with espionage and treason, and confined to the stockade at Fort Carson. At the hearing, he pleaded not guilty to all charges, but he died before he could prove it.”
Bran leaned back in his chair. “The timing’s unfortunate to say the least.”
“That’s the thing. My father didn’t just conveniently have a heart attack five days after they arrested him. He was murdered. The perfect scapegoat for the real criminals.”
Bran’s gaze sharpened. “How do you fit into the picture and why were those men shooting at you?”
“I’m a freelance journalist. I investigate unsolved crimes, environmental disasters, political scandals, celebrity misdeeds, anything that makes an interesting story and maybe does some good. Mostly the articles are published digitally in on-line magazines. But I have a certain reputation for thoroughness and honesty that has helped me grow a sizeable audience. In other words, I’m good at my job.”
A corner of his mouth edged up. She remembered her brother telling her that Brandon Garrett was a heartbreaker and that if Danny ever brought him home, she was forbidden to go out with him. Not that she ever paid much attention to her older brother when it came to dating. But now that she had met Bran, she understood her brother’s warning.
“I’m guessing you decided to investigate the theft of chemical weapons from the Depot,” Bran said. “The crime your father was charged with.”
“The crime my father was wrongly accused of committing.”
“All right, we’ll assume for now that’s true.”
“It’s true. I know my father. He was a soldiers’ soldier, Army all the way. Add to that, he was a patriot. He would never do anything to harm our country or the people in it. Those munitions stored at the Depot? The contents are deadly. God only know how many people could be killed.”
Bran’s dark eyebrows drew together. “Are you saying the Army never recovered the stolen property?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. They’re still searching, but as far as they’re concerned, the man responsible for the theft is dead. They claim that’s the reason they haven’t been able to find the munitions, or even a link to anyone else involved.”
“But you believe they can’t find a link because your father wasn’t the guy behind the thefts.”
“Exactly.”
“Did you talk to him before he died?”
Her throat tightened. She missed him so much. “No. He never called me. He didn’t want me to know anything about it. I think he was sure he could prove his innocence and it would all go away.”
“But that didn’t happen.”
“No, and without his help, it makes all of this even more difficult.” She inhaled deeply, needing a moment to compose herself.
“I was devastated by my father’s death,” she continued. “It took a while for me to accept that he was actually gone and decide to investigate what really happened. Once I started, I was determined to prove his innocence. I had just begun asking questions and trying to get answers when I realized I was being followed and that perhaps my life was in danger.”
Bran seemed to be watching her closely. “Are you sure what you’re doing is worth that kind of risk? Your dad wouldn’t want you to die trying to save his reputation.”
“It’s worth it to me. I’m not giving up--which is the reason those men were waiting for me at the airport when my plane landed. Or I’m assuming that’s how they found me. I’m pretty sure somebody’s been watching me for weeks, but this is the first time they’ve openly threatened me.”
“Who’s they?”
Jessie gripped her hands tighter beneath the table. “I don’t know. I’m hoping you can help me find out.”
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The Ultimate Betrayal
by Kat Martin
Look for it August 2020 from HQN Books.
Copyright © 2020 by Kat Martin
ISBN-13: 9781488076602
The Billionaire
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