“I always said everyone could come to this house and be safe.” He examined another pistol and then handed it to her. “This one will be perfect for you.”
Standing at the doorway, Camille didn’t look pleased. “I still don’t see why we can’t leave this up to police. Can’t the two of them just stay here until it all blows over?”
If the DNA matched Damen’s it would only be a matter of time before he was arrested.
Jackson turned to her, Korbin doing the same but not saying anything.
“Korbin is being set up, but the police will still take him in,” Jackson said. “He won’t be free to do his own investigating.”
“I suppose you have a point,” Camille said worriedly as she looked at Korbin. “You aren’t going to shoot at police, are you?”
Korbin chuckled. “No. Just run from them.”
“Until he can prove his innocence,” Savanna said. The guns were for Damen and Tony and anyone else who felt motivated to snuff them out to protect the terrorist plan.
Camille went to Savanna and took her hands. “Are you sure, honey? I don’t want you to go. It’s so dangerous.”
“Not if we’re careful,” Korbin said. Damen was still in the hospital.
“Honey.” Jackson moved close and put his arm around her. “It’ll be okay.” He rubbed her shoulder. “She has Korbin, and there comes a time when you have to let your kids live their own lives.”
“But this is different.”
Damen had shot at her at her house, but he’d nearly killed her at Chavis’s cabin. Her parents didn’t know that and they didn’t need to. Although her dad supported her, she could hear the worry in his tone. He had to stop himself from refusing to let her go. Or maybe he knew she’d go anyway, no matter what they said or did. She was old enough to make her own choices.
“I promise I’ll bring her back to you,” Korbin said. “Both of you.”
Savanna glanced at him, asking herself for the millionth time why she was doing this. Why go with him? Ever since he’d gotten stuck on her road she’d been involved in his situation, but this wasn’t only about him anymore. If she could help prevent a threat to national security, she was not the type of person who could sit around in a high-security mansion and do nothing. Besides, it wasn’t as if they were taking this on by themselves. Korbin’s contact at the FBI was helping. Pretty soon, law enforcement would see that Korbin was on their side, and that he was innocent.
Jackson took out a ring of keys and handed them to Korbin. “This is a Class A motor home. You’ll stick out but you’ll be comfortable.”
In other words, it was an expensive motor home.
“Lincoln used one of those when he helped Sabrina, didn’t he?”
“He stole a used one,” her mother said, disapproving, but not for the substandard quality. Her son had stolen something.
Jackson grinned his affection. “There are two passports in the desk drawer in case you need them,” her dad said. “And a driver’s license for Korbin.”
“When did you get all of that done?” She eyed Korbin.