security restrictions, but he couldn’t accept it. Procedures and planning kept her alive. The burden he carried was heavy enough without her adding this kind of foolish risk to the equation.
He couldn’t accept someone he loved putting herself in danger. That was the bottom line. She just had to do it on a day he was out of town. They would be having words tonight. He didn’t understand why she would do something so foolish as to wave off Travis. She might chafe under the burden of the security but she didn’t disregard it, not with her history.
Dave picked up the case that had come through special baggage handling. Firearms on an airline got their own baggage compartment and security procedures.
This situation felt wrong. It was out of character for his sister. It was definitely out of character given the package that had been recently sent. He went back to his voice mail and replayed the message.
He could hear the thunder in the background of her message. She hadn’t used the one word change that would alert him to the fact she felt threatened. So who was she with? And why hadn’t she called Travis?
He wanted to see her face when she answered him. His sister was too good at masking things for him to believe everything she told him over the phone.
Dave pushed the speed limit on the tollway home, willing to risk having to explain the situation to a fellow cop.
Fifty minutes later, he pulled up to the security gate and Ben stepped out to meet him. The stray cat had come across the drive, but otherwise the security grid was clear.
The grounds were enclosed in a stone fence, but the real security was in the beams that invisibly crossed the lawns. Security cameras also covered the entire grounds.
“Anything in particular I should know about, boss?”
“Just my normal unease after being away for a few days,” Dave replied. “What’s the code word for tonight?”
“Angels.”
“I see her theme is still holding.”
“I’m expecting Gabriel sometime soon.”
“Thanks, Ben. I’ll see you for coffee in the morning.”
Dave drove up to the house and pulled around the circle drive so the car was positioned by the front door. He set down his bags inside the entryway, glancing at the alarm panel. The downstairs zones were active. “Sara.”
“Upstairs.”
He set the security codes for the night and went up to find her.
She was in her sitting room, curled up on the love seat, reading a book. She was dressed in black sweats, her hair pulled back by a white bow—not her normal work attire. “I was beginning to think you got lost,” she teased, then his expression obviously registered. “What’s wrong?”
“I was just going to ask you that.” He leaned against the doorjamb and waited.
She set the book on the table to keep her place. “I had an interesting night.”
“Elaborate.” The terse word was about the best he could do. They didn’t get mad at each other very often. But when they did, the fights tended to be explosive. He felt like exploding at the moment. He wanted some answers.
“You might want to take a seat.”
One eyebrow rose. That interesting? He set down his briefcase and took a seat in the chair across from her.
“Lightning blew a circuit and stopped the elevator. I was stuck in the dark for thirty-eight minutes.”
Sara had the ability to separate emotions from facts. She only did it when the event was traumatic. There was no emotion in her voice at all tonight.
His anger evaporated. Next time, he was staying in town. He ran through the situation and understood all too well what must have happened. “Who was with you?”
“Adam Black.”
His eyes widened.
“Yes, that Adam Black. Apparently he works in the building.”
“Oh, this is just great.” They would be finding her new offices tomorrow. New offices, new security routes, a change in routing for her mail.
She grimaced. “I agree. It wasn’t a pleasant situation.”
“Does he know?” It was a quiet way