I don’t care what proof your team has.” Blue’s jaw tightened as he glanced in the rearview mirror. They’d left ten minutes ago and didn’t appear to have a tail, but he wasn’t taking that chance. He’d contacted the police—who’d been pissed they’d left Mina’s condo without staying to talk to them—and Harrison. His boss had filled him in on the phone records Lizzy had found connecting Ivan to Lewis Hudgins, including a call a couple hours ago. Probably right before Ivan had left for Key West from Miami. Maybe he had planned to lure Mina out but hadn’t counted on her having security of her own. While the evidence wouldn’t amount to much in a court, it was damning enough for Blue to take action. “The evidence doesn’t lie, sweetheart.” The endearment just slipped out, but it felt natural. He kept his voice soft, knowing she was dealing with a lot considering the recent knowledge of her father’s condition.
