Wiley looked over at Shaw. “This is what comes from sleeping with a suspect.”
“She’s not going to shoot me.”
“She stabbed you.”
“But she didn’t know then that I’m a federal agent. She knows better than to shoot a federal agent, or even to brandish a weapon at one, especially when she’s within full view of the fucking FBI building.” As he reached the end of all that, he was shouting.
“Please stop referring to me in the third person.”
“You’re holding two federal officers at gunpoint, and that’s what you’re worried about? Third person?”
“I’m worried about the well-being of my brother.”
He looked over at Wiley and said as an aside, “Lifetime pattern.”
“Enough, Shaw! Put the car in gear and drive.”
“I can’t do that and keep my hands where you can see them.”
“Stop being cute. I’m serious.”
“You’re really going to do this? Face criminal charges?”
“If I have to.”
“The chances of succeeding here are nil, Jordie. Wiley and I are both armed. Raised hands or not, between the two of us we can—”
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
“Right, I’m not. Because you’re going to come to your senses and give me the pistol. Now.” He pushed his right hand between the front seats.
She yanked the small handgun out of his reach.
“Give me the friggin’ pistol.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll take it from you if I have to,” he warned softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, but if it comes to that, I will.”
“No you won’t.”
“What makes you think so? You and me last night? That was a time-out. We’re back to business now.”
That smarted, but she stayed focused. “You won’t do anything—”
“Don’t count on that.”
“—because I know where Josh is.”
She could tell he hadn’t expected that. He looked over at Wiley, and, when he came back to her, his eyes were as razor-sharp as they’d been the first time she’d seen him in the bar. But now they were also glinting with anger.
“You’ve known all this time?” Then, shouting again, “All this time?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I swear on my soul. Not until Agent Wiley mentioned Bayou Gauche. Then I knew.”
She couldn’t tell whether he believed her or not. His gaze was still hard and demanding. “All right, where is he?”
“Drive.”