A cell phone rang.
“That’s mine,” he said.
She watched him answer it, emotions warring inside her.
“Okay, we’ll be there shortly.” He slipped the phone away, his face hard. “They’re ready to question Kitty Wentworth.”
Hadley straightened. “Good. We need to stop by my place first so I can get some clothes.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
With his arms crossed over his chest, Bennett stared through the two-way glass.
The MI6 interrogator was good. The woman was calm but relentless. She looked to be his mother’s age, with short, silver hair and an ageless face. And a ruthless skill at questioning.
Kitty Wentworth meanwhile was a crying mess at the table. She’d started out with cocky bluster, but it had slowly given way to panic and despair. Especially upon hearing that her husband was already organizing divorce papers.
“Who is your contact?” Helene, the interrogator, asked.
“I don’t know him. I’veneverseen him.”
“Yet you blindly followed his instructions? Without knowing who he was? You slept with men that he told you to sleep with?”
Kitty swallowed, all the elegance gone. She looked a decade older, her face lined and her hair tangled.
“It was just…fun. He gave me purpose. I agreed with his cause. We send our soldiers off to these god-awful places to die. I wanted to help, and it was more than just pilates, lunches, and shopping. It was nice to be wanted, needed.”
“How did he contact you?”
Kitty sighed. “Online. I was bored. Discontent.”
Beside Bennett, Hadley made an annoyed sound. “Yes, she had money to do whatever she liked, and she was bored. She could have found a hundred charities that needed her money and time.”
He knew she was thinking about Nightingale House.
“I was trapped by society,” Kitty continued. “I was expected to do certain things, act a certain way. I married so young.”
“God, she makes me sick,” Hadley said. “It’s everyone else’s fault.”
“It’s easier to justify her own poor choices that way,” Killian said. The head of Sentinel Security was standing on the other side of Hadley.
“I joined some online groups. They were about the law of attraction, and manifesting what you want in your life. Westley contacted me there.”
“Westley?” Helene prompted.
“He just uses the one name.”
Bennett listened as Kitty talked about how she’d first met Westley. “Fuck.”
“Westley groomed her, too,” Killian said. “He found an unhappy, unfulfilled woman to do what he needed. Made her feel special, made her feel like she was doing something important.”
“It doesn’t make her any less responsible,” Hadley said.
“She helped kill Ajay. She messed up Archie’s life.” Bennett kept a stranglehold on his emotions. “I want her to pay.”
“She will.” Hadley took his hand. “Her life has just imploded. She’s going to jail.”
The door opened, and David appeared. “Morning.” He eyed Hadley and Bennett, his gaze lingering on their joined hands. “You’re both doing okay today?”