Gibson hesitated, conflict on his face.
“Help me, Gibson. I think David’s in danger. I don’t want to lose my brother.”
Gibson released a pent-up breath, and said, “I saw a Nevada map on the seat of the truck with a route mapped and a city circled. Lake Tahoe.”
“Why did you help him, Sergeant?”
“David and I were stationed at the US Embassy in Angola. When the unrest broke out over there, he saved my life along with the lives of sixty other people.” Gibson looked away then back. “I should tell you that David has huge gambling debts. I offered to help him out with money, but he refused,” Gibson said.
“Thank you for telling me everything.”
A.J. left the security building, his gut churning. It wasn’t news to him that David had unloaded the truck, but it was wrenching to actually hear that he had.
A.J. had taken the list of gunrunners from the computer search yesterday and he looked down at it now. He truly didn’t want to piss Sienna off, but David’s life could be hanging in the balance. He wasn’t going to Tahoe until he was sure that Jack didn’t have David stashed somewhere in that warehouse.
* * *
Sienna waited outside the DA’s office. Jericho St. James had asked her to meet him after her testimony. He had a pressing matter to discuss with her.
Impatience buzzed along her nerve endings. In addition to the urgency to get those stolen guns off the street, there was the real concern about the well-being of A.J.’s brother. She could feel David’s time running out.
She walked up to the young, pretty receptionist sitting behind a shoulder-high counter flanked by file cabinets, telephone switchboards, and a computer. “How much longer will ADA St. James be?”
“He called to say that he’d be here by ten o’clock.”
Sienna looked at her watch. “That was ten minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, Detective, but he stressed that it was urgent that he talk to you. Can you spare a few more minutes?”
“Sure.”
Jericho walked in moments later. As in court, he commanded attention the minute he entered a room. He was attractive and intelligent, and Sienna could understand Kate’s interest. But he was a little too intense and styled for her tastes in his charcoal gray suit coat with a red power tie, his dark hair styled to perfection.
“Sienna, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said briskly as he led the way into his office.
Making herself comfortable in one of the wooden chairs in front of his desk, Sienna waited for him to settle.
He glanced at the messages on his desk, then put them aside to set his briefcase down. Sitting, he leaned back and said, “The Rojas bust was ironclad. Good police work makes my life so much easier.”
“Did you bring me here to give me a compliment?” Sienna asked dryly. “A phone call would have sufficed.”
Jericho smiled. “No. But it is about Rojas.”
“What about him?”
“He says that he has information that your informant is part of Jack Taylor’s team.”
“Tyrone Knight?”
“One and the same. He says that Knight has performed contract killings for Taylor. He’s willing to testify against Knight and Taylor.”
“For a reduced sentence, I’m sure.”
“You got it, but I can’t make the deal.”
“Why not?” she demanded.
Jericho picked up a pen and started tapping it against a file folder. “Comes from the DA. I have to sit on it until next week.”