Chapter 25
“This is weird,” Krystal murmured to her husband as she looked at the camera doorbell screen on her phone.
“That the FBI agent?”
“Yeah.” Krystal knew from her sister that two agents had already stopped by her and Nick’s house not too long ago, but she hadn’t been expecting this at all. “Just…sit tight. I’m not inviting her inside.”
Mike nodded and shifted the pan where he was making scrambled eggs—breakfast for dinner was one of her favorites—off the stovetop eye. “I’ll start plating out food.”
“I won’t be long.” She had nothing to say to the Feds anyway.
Moments later she opened the front door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. If Lee was surprised not to be invited inside, she wasn’t showing it.
To be fair, the woman had a great poker face.
“What’s up?” Krystal asked, not bothering to mask her own expression of surprise that she was here.
“I just left your sister’s place.”
“Oookay.”
Lee took a deep breath, then glanced over her shoulder. Her partner was sitting in their SUV.
Krystal wondered if he was listening in to this conversation or if Lee was just talking to her solo.
“You’re not curious why?”
“Berkley already called me.” She wanted as much transparency as possible.
“Ah.”
“Look, special agent—”
“Just call me Grace.” She let out an exasperated sigh that Krystal didn’t think was faked.
“Okay, Grace. I understand you’re under a lot of pressure.”
“I am…and I take all kidnappings seriously.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Lee…Grace eyed her curiously, then finally said, “Something weird is going on with your brother—Micah. And your sister for that matter.”
She straightened at the woman’s words. “Excuse me?”
“I’m never wrong about this stuff and my gut is telling me they’re involved somehow. Especially your brother and soon to be sister-in-law.”
“Depending on your gut is dangerous.” Ice coated Krystal’s words.
“And for the record, my sister doesn’t trust law enforcement.
You’ll have read about her history so you won’t be surprised that she doesn’t.
So if Berkley was weird or whatever, that’s why.
And she has absolutely nothing to do with the Morrow kidnapping. ” Krystal scoffed.
“I know she doesn’t, but she’s covering for Micah. And I think you are too. He’s linked up with Clover Storm and I think they’re working together.”
Krystal took a step back. “This conversation is done, and if you have anything else to say to me, it can go through my union rep—”
Grace held up her hands. “No, I’m not trying to… I’m screwing this up. Probably because I’m running on fumes and we’re out of leads. You’ve read the file. Maeve Morrow had no friends, no outside contacts—”
“And you don’t think that’s weird?”
Grace blinked. “What?”
“You don’t think it’s weird that a woman in her early twenties is basically a captive at her parents’ estate?”
“Who said anything about her being a captive? She’s in a conservatorship.”
Krystal lifted a shoulder. “Conservatorships are rare and she’s really young to be in one. Especially since she didn’t have a history of mental illness until she turned twenty-one.”
Grace watched her carefully. “You know a lot about the woman.”
“I read what your team provided from front to back.”
“There’s nothing in her file to indicate that anything hinky is going on. And she was kidnapped. That much we can prove.”
“I’m not saying she wasn’t.” And that was all Krystal was comfortable saying. She and the agent had all the same information. Or mostly anyway. From Grace’s expression, Krystal was pretty sure that all this had already occurred to the special agent as well.
“Her parents are so worried,” Grace murmured.
“I’m sure they are.” That also didn’t mean they weren’t liars.
“I’m done with this conversation. And I’m definitely done talking about my family.
If you and your partner are looking for a good place to eat tonight, try Between the Buns.
It’s majority burgers, but they’ve got surprisingly good salads and lighter fare. ”
Grace looked faintly surprised, but nodded. “Thank you. For the record, if you get any other anonymous tips, we’re here for them. We just want to bring Maeve Morrow home.”
Krystal simply stepped back and shut her front door behind her. Clearly they didn’t believe she’d received an anonymous tip, which, fine, fair.
She just hoped Micah and Clover knew what they were doing.