“Funny. He said the same about you,” pointed out Evelyn.
The color drained from Gail’s face. “If he is working with them, I don’t know anything about it,” she murmured.
If it wasn’t Hotchins who gave them away, who was it? Damn it. She needed to get back to Luke, and she needed to get down to business with this interrogation. Hopefully they’d get something useful out of Gail.
Evelyn pushed a pad of paper and a pen across the metal table to Gail. “I want you to write down every single thing you remember. When they first contacted you, how they contacted you, what they sounded like. Everything.”
She nodded and picked up the pen. “I am sorry, Evelyn.”
“They tried to kill me, Gail. He invaded my home and tried to kill me. What would you have done if they’d attacked Luke the night you were watching him? Would you have the balls to watch what they did or would you close your eyes?”
Gail didn’t say anything. She just picked up the pen and started to write.
While she was writing, Evelyn took out the phone she’d taken from the dead attacker from the night before. After picking it up with her bare hands, she’d packed it in a baggie and put it in her luggage. She didn’t want the locals putting it into evidence.
Now that it had been scanned for fingerprints—only hers and the dead man’s showed up—she was free to touch it. She looked at the history and wrote down the two numbers in the phone’s history log before she passed the paper over for Gail to see. “Do any of these numbers look familiar?”
Gail looked them over and shook her head. “No. The numbers they called me from were always blocked, so I couldn’t see anything about them.”
Another dead end. Shocking. “I’ll be right back.” Evelyn walked out of the interrogation room.
Hotchins waited for her on the other side of the one-way mirror. “Do you still suspect me?”
She shrugged. “Someone found out where we were. Luke said he didn’t tell anyone. I made sure no one could track us by our computer activity and Luke didn’t use his cell phone at all.”
“Are you sure he didn’t use it? A lot of people are surgically attached to those things these days.”
“Well, I made him give it to me for the time we were in the Hamptons. So I’m pretty sure.”
“He could’ve snatched it sometime when you were in the shower. You weren’t with him every moment.”
Evelyn tried her best to make sure no hint of blush crept up her cheeks. If only he knew exactly how many moments she and Luke spent together. “If he had been stupid enough to use his phone, he would’ve copped up to it after what happened last night.”
“If you say so. Any luck with the phone?”
“Gail didn’t recognize the numbers. I’m going to call them from a secure line right now and see if anyone is stupid enough to answer.”
Hotchins nodded. “I’m going to see if Gail will talk to me. Maybe now that she apologized to you, she’ll be more open to sharing all the details of what happened.”
Evelyn nodded as he walked past her. Part of her wanted to listen in to hear what Gail would tell Hotchins, but she didn’t have time. She could listen to the recordings later when she was back with Luke.
She went up three flights of stairs until she got to one of the secure lines. This way, if whoever she was calling had caller ID, they’d see her as a John Smith calling, instead of the FBI number. The first number she dialed went straight to an automated voicemail that gave nothing away. Hopefully whatever database they ran the number through would give her more.
Then she tried the second number. This time, she hit pay dirt. “You’ve reached Easson. I’m not able to come to the phone. Leave a message and I’ll call you back.”
Easson. That was something she could work with. It wasn’t a super common name, and the phone number was probably registered to him considering the voicemail had his name on it. She gave the number to the technical division before she headed back to DevX.
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“Are you comfortable keeping this from Evelyn?” asked Luke into the phone.
“Evelyn is more than qualified to deal with anything, but not with her hands tied behind her back,” said Jace. “I can be on the next plane out.”
“No. I want you there with Emma.” The words felt like sandpaper in his throat, but it was true. As long as Jace was with her, nothing would happen. “Just see what you can find out on your end. I’m done sitting around and waiting for them to make a move. I’m going on the offensive.”
“Do you know the Farrells?” asked Jace.