Free Knock Out by Catherine Coulter Page B

mama. I want you to keep your eyes open.”
    Sherlock said, “But Dillon didn’t kill her mother, it was Buzz Riley.”
    “I know. Lissy Smiley didn’t mention him, but I called Mr. Riley, told him to take a vacation until we catch her and Victor. I helped him clear three weeks off. No one wanted another employee shot. I suggested Buzz pay a nice little visit to Aruba. I even got him on an evening flight.”
    Savich grinned as Sherlock rolled her eyes. He said,
    “It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, sir, and I appreciate the call. I mean, the warning is thoughtful, but now tell us what you really have in mind.”
    Silence on Maitland’s end.
    At Sherlock’s nod, Savich gave it up. “I know you’ve got a team already in place, sir, but with Lissy Smiley on the loose and threatening me, I’d like to be front and center on finding her and Victor Nesser.”
    Savich would hand it to his boss, he put on a good show. Finally Maitland said, “Well, if you really insist, Savich. I’m gonna have to pull some strings. Last thing I want is any turf problems, any duplication of effort, or stumbling over each other. I’ll send links to everything we have to MAX.”
    Savich appreciated that Maitland tried not to sound too pleased with himself about getting what he wanted.
    Savich said, “I think Sherlock and I need to go down to Fort Pes-sel tomorrow, check it out, then maybe on to Winnett, North Carolina, find out what we can about Victor Nesser. I’d like to get a personal feel for where they lived and the people who know them.”
    “If that’s what you want, Savich,” Maitland said, and Savich knew he was grinning like the cat in the canary cage. When Savich hung up the phone, he told Sherlock, “I’ll say one thing for Victor. Taking out an FBI agent, stealing his ID, taking himself to Memorial to free Lissy—that took guts and steadiness. He’s got to feel really attached to Lissy to take a chance like that. He moved to Winnett, North Carolina, when he was eighteen, evidently right after he graduated. The question is why? What happened?”
    Sherlock said, “Lissy was only thirteen when he left.”
    He nodded and said, “Did he leave because of Lissy, or maybe a falling-out with his aunt, Jennifer Smiley?”
    Sherlock raised her face to his, touched her fingertips to his cheek. “We need to see if he’s got a passport, maybe dual passports, one Jordanian.”
    “Yeah, we’ll do that first thing.”
    She said, “I wonder why he didn’t want to return to Jordan with his mother and father. Ah, well, we’ll find out everything about him in due course. We don’t know what he’s been doing since he gradu-ated high school, how he’s earned a living. We’ll go first thing to Fort Pessel and Winnett, find out about these two.”
    “I’m sure some of that legwork will be in the info Mr. Maitland sends us.”

    “Yeah, yeah, you know it’s not the same thing.”
    She added as she looked at the kitchen clock, “I figure we’ve got another thirty minutes before Sean comes home from the Perrys’ on a sugar high. I want you to tell me everything about Lissy Smiley and how things went down. Paint me a picture, Dillon. I want to hear it out of your mouth again. I know you’ve thought about it, relived it. Now that Lissy is free, I need to know what you think. Talk to me.”
    And he did. She didn’t add that the thought of a crazy teenager out to kill Dillon scared her to her toes.
    “... Riley saved my bacon, shot Jennifer Smiley through the neck I will never forget thinking of a blood fountain.”
    He’d been so close to death again, she thought, too close. A fountain of blood. She got herself together.
    “We’ve got to find out what sort of relationship Lissy Smiley had with Victor. It could be the key to what makes them tick.”
    Savich agreed, only he really didn’t care at this particular moment in time. He grabbed Sherlock and kissed her. “I’ll get to work with MAX on this tonight.
    Ah, how much