Let them take care of him!” “No,” Zane said as he got Ty to the passenger side. “You’re going up there and telling them we walked for coffee and were nowhere near that car, you got it?” Henninger opened the door, hand gripping the side of it until his knuckles turned white. “But why? They’re going to know it’s your car,” he said logically. “Yeah, and by then, we’ll be where no one can get at us,” Zane said as he practically lifted Ty into the backseat of the SUV. “You think someone in the Bureau is trying to kill you?” Henninger asked incredulously, brows nearly up into his hairline. “It might not be a bad idea for you to hide out for a while after this, too,” Zane said without answering the question. “You were too close to that computer.” Henninger blanched and repeated himself. “You really think someone from inside’s trying to kill you? But that means they’d have to know why you were really sent here.” “And now you see the problem,” Zane answered, shutting the door carefully.
