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Sight Unseen(92)



“Not anything that’s very promising.” Griffin paused. “We need time, Lynch. And we haven’t got it.”

“That doesn’t sound good. You were more optimistic this morning.”

Griffin was silent. Then he said, “This isn’t easy for me, Lynch. I have a favor to ask.”

Lynch chuckled and glanced over at Kendra. “A favor. From me?”

“It’s not that big a deal,” Griffin said sourly.

“By all means, let’s hear it. I can’t tell you how I’ll enjoy having you in my debt.”

Griffin unfurled a string of curse words. “That will never happen, you smug son of a bitch.”

Lynch clicked his tongue. “And this is how you ask for a favor?”

“It’s not as if this wouldn’t benefit all of us. I’ve already asked the FBI deputy director to intervene with the governor.” He paused. “I’ve decided that we have no choice but to try to stay Colby’s execution while this investigation is active.”

Kendra felt as if she’d been socked in the stomach. The breath was knocked out of her.

No. No. No.

Lynch was no longer smiling as he glanced at Kendra’s expression. “Really? I thought that wasn’t on the table.”

“I don’t have a choice but to try. As we’ve already discussed, it’s going to be a tough sell. The governor’s office wants this execution to happen, and the longer it’s postponed, the greater the chance that Colby might decide to start the appeals process. We know what that means.”

“Dammit, it means his death sentence might never be carried out,” Lynch said. “Especially if California voters get another whack at capital punishment. The last time it came up at the polls, we came within 250,000 votes of doing away with the death penalty altogether.” He paused. “Which begs the question, do you really want to do this?”

“It’s a devil’s bargain, I know. But we have a serial killer on the loose, and we’re all sure Colby knows who it is.”

Kendra stared at Lynch in disbelief. So cool, so calm. How could he even discuss the possibility of letting that monster live even one more day?

“You may have a difficult time making the governor feel as sure,” Lynch said.

“That’s why I’m forced to ask you for help. I know you have some fairly powerful connections in Washington. People who owe you favors, perhaps.”

“Like you do, Griffin.”

Griffin ignored the comment. “The governor’s office is now evaluating our case-file brief, and we’ll hear by the end of the day. But I would appreciate any influence you can bring to bear.”

“I’ll think about it.” Lynch cut the connection.

“You’ll think about it?” Kendra repeated, amazed. “How can you even consider helping Griffin keep Colby alive?”

“I said I’d think about it, Kendra. I’m not as emotionally involved as you are. I have to weigh the pros and cons.”

“You’re damn right I’m emotionally involved, but I still see right and wrong.”

“Even if I threw in my influence, it would still be an uphill fight. Our governor ran on a state’s rights platform. He’s not going to be receptive to a lot of Washington power brokers telling him what to do.”

“Then let him do what’s right. I can’t understand why you would even contemplate helping Griffin.”

“Because I don’t want any more murders if I can help it.” They were approaching the FBI field office, and he pulled over to the curb. “I’m not you, Kendra. I’ll do what I think is right, not according to Kendra Michaels.”

She looked at him in anger and frustration. Only a short time before she had felt so close to him, and now they couldn’t be further apart. She suddenly couldn’t bear either Griffin’s move or that separation with Lynch. She had to escape.

“Fine.” She jumped out of the car. “But I don’t believe I can stand Griffin and all his people buzzing around trying to commit a crime of their own. I’ll see you all later.”

She heard Lynch curse behind her. The next moment, he was standing beside her. “You know it’s not safe for you to be strolling the streets.”

She kept walking.

He grasped her arm and whirled her to face him. He took her hand and dropped the keys to his Ferrari in her palm. “Take my car. But if you get so pissed you wreck it, you’ll have me to deal with. I’ll call you when we hear something.” He turned and walked away.

She looked down at the keys. He loved that stupid, ego-building car. It would serve him right if she—