Still, he was going to do what he must in order to save her life. She wasn't going to die like his baby sister had. Greg Jansen was going to pay for his crimes-and Kinley Kohl was the key.
Law Anders stepped up and looked at the screen. He was wearing the same starched uniform as his brother. It was almost go time. "Does that mean she's stopped talking about how fat she is?"
"What?" Dominic scowled.
"Yeah, just before all that crap about loving Jansen." Law made gagging sounds. "I heard everything she said to both her sister and Annabelle. I don't get it. She's gorgeous. How can anyone think she's fat? I swear, my hand is itching."
Law liked to spank women, especially pretty women who mouthed off about how unattractive they were. Kinley Kohl was practically his perfect woman. Fuck, she was practically all of their perfect woman, if only her heart was half as sweet as her looks. But no. She was willing to marry a violent killer because he bought her some luggage.
"Focus, man," Dominic barked. "She's talked a lot about how much shit Jansen's bought her."
Law frowned, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I'm telling you, it's an act. She's scared. She needs us."
"You're insane, Law. Delusional."
He stared at his friend. Law Anders was supposed to be the surly one. He mostly communicated in growls and snarls, but ever since Dominic had put him on the surveillance of Kinley Kohl, he'd been all complete sentences and smiles. Oh, his lips didn't curl up much, and he looked a little like he was in pain, but for Law, that was a brilliant grin.
Riley stared at his older brother. "This isn't like you, Law. You know who she is."
So they'd had conversations. Dominic had wondered about that. Riley and Law Anders were the closest thing he had to a family because he'd more or less grown up with the brothers.
He'd helped Riley get into Harvard and they'd attended the Ivy League institution together for a time. When patriotic duty had called, Dominic had gone off to the military. Law had joined up, too. Before it was all over, Law had taken an IED and lost function of his legs, so Dominic had left the service to come home and help the men he considered his brothers. Law was a tough son of a bitch. Even after the doctors had told him he would never walk again, he was up and running eighteen months later. Now Anthony Anders was one of the premier investigative firms in the country. They worked for law firms and police departments.
But this case was personal.
"She's the target," Dominic said in no uncertain terms. "She's the woman who's going to give us all the ammunition we need to finally prove what kind of a man Greg Jansen is."
The kind willing to kill a woman for money, Dominic thought in a rage. Even a woman as sweet as his sister.
The time had come to avenge Carrie by beating Jansen at his own game. And Kinley Kohl was his sledgehammer. He had everything he needed with the singular exception of a witness. After today, problem solved. He'd do whatever it took to make Kinley spill everything she knew until she practically sang. What he didn't need was Law falling in lust with her.
Even though it would be a really easy thing to do.
"You guys haven't been watching and talking to her the way I have." Law's eyes never left the screen. "She has little tells. She smiles a little too brightly when she's lying."
"She has different smiles?" Riley asked with a frown.
"Yep," Law replied. "And she's using her fake smile now. Watch the difference between the one she uses on our little Benedict Arnold and her sister."
"Hey, she's trying to help Kinley." Dominic wasn't going to let Law throw Annabelle Wright under the bus. She was a hell of a woman, choosing to do something brave and save her friend's life. "If Annabelle hadn't agreed to intervene, do you really think Kinley would have come back from her honeymoon alive?"
"I'm not saying we should let her marry the fucker," Law replied. "I just wish you would let me talk to her instead of carrying through with this crazy plan. She's a smart woman. She'll listen."
Dominic seriously doubted that. "Like she's been listening to Annabelle all this time? She's a socialite who takes lunches and goes to charity balls. How fucking intellectual can she be?"
"She's raised millions of dollars for the homeless. And those lunches she takes are usually about her charity."
He hated to burst Law's bubble because the guy so rarely had a positive outlook on anything, but he had to do it. "Her charity is on the brink of ruin."