Saturday November 14th 9:32 A.M. Yonkers
Home of Kelli Storm
Kelli sat the breakfast dishes in the sink, walked back over to the table and sat down. “I don’t know what the hell happened yesterday. If it was Becerra, I’d like to know why Larsen didn’t call me. For that matter, how did Garcia find out so fast?”
Kevin set his cup down and looked at her. “When did you talk to Larsen?”
“Yesterday morning. Why?”
“Don’t you think it’s a little strange that you get shot at the same day you go to see him?”
Kelli shook her head. “There’s no way he’s involved in this, he can’t be. All he’s done is try to help me on this. Why would he sell me out?”
“Maybe you should be asking him that. You don’t know anything about this guy, Kelli. For all you know he could be working with Garcia.”
“Are you serious? He didn’t even know about Garcia until he took over for Farnsworth, and that was just a month ago, if that long.”
“You know I don’t believe in coincidence, Kelli. Other than you, Dan and myself, who else knows about what happened this summer?”
“Just the three of us, your cousin and Renato.”
“You didn’t tell Larsen anything?”
Kelli felt her face flush and she clenched and unclenched her fist. “Why in the fuck would you even think that, Kevin? Do you think I’m stupid? No, I didn’t tell him anything about our trip to Mexico City, and I sure as hell didn’t tell him what we did at Garcia’s Villa. Shit!”
Kevin threw his hands up and waved them. “Calm down, Kelli. I wasn’t calling you stupid. It was just a question. Sometimes you unintentionally let things slip, and I just thought maybe when you two were discussing Garcia, it may have slipped. That’s all, jeeze.”
Kelli took a deep breath and let it out slow. “Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just this whole thing has me on edge and getting shot at yesterday, well, it sure as hell didn’t help.”
Kevin stood, walked around the table to her and held his hand out. “Come on, we’re not going to just sit around here doing nothing.”
Kelli looked up at him, curious as to what he meant. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to get you off your ass and take you down to the range. Call it therapy. It’ll help you clear your head. After you’ve fired a few rounds into that silhouette, I know you’ll feel a lot better. Always makes me feel good,” he said and smiled.
Kelli looked up at him, took his hand and grinned. “You’re a nut, you know that?”
“Yeah, but I’m your nut,” he said and laughed.
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