Double Exposure. Lenora Worth

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       “While I finish up here, I’d like you to find out everything you can about him from the manager.”

       “You think this worker has something to do with the break-in?”

       “It isn’t a common tattoo, and I doubt it’s a coincidence that he has the same one as your attacker.” He didn’t add that he also felt confident the tattoo marked him as a gang member. No need to share that thought until they proved this was gang related.

       Jennie took out her phone, and he set to work on his emails. He heard her chatting with the manager but he focused on his task. He not only emailed Cole, but copied the message to his sister Kat, as well. As a former Portland police officer, she had contacts in the department who could tell them if this particular tattoo linked Jennie’s assailant to a gang. He attached the pictures and hit Send, watching as the message disappeared from his screen.

       “His name is Javier Caldera,” Jennie said, clapping her phone closed. “He still works at the warehouse. My manager says he’s an exemplary employee, and she highly doubts he could have anything to do with this.”

       “We still need to investigate him, Jen. People do things you’d never expect.” He flinched as he realized, too late, his statement’s double meaning.

       If she caught his reference to the way she’d bailed on him, he couldn’t see it in the clear brown eyes peering back at him. “I asked her to email all of his details to me.”

       “Good.” He wanted to pursue their past, but he’d have plenty of time to broach the subject later. He shut down the computer and put it in the case.

       “Can we go now?” Jennie rose and headed for the door. “I really need to get started on those reprints.”

       He caught up to her. “Any chance I can convince you to lie low?”

       She turned and looked at him. “What exactly do you mean by ‘lie low’?”

       “Once we get to your house, you stay there until we can do a complete threat assessment?”

       “Sorry, I can’t do that,” she said, sounding earnestly apologetic. “I’ll barely finish printing pictures on time as it is.”

       Her answer didn’t surprise him. The agency provided security details for a number of people and most of them couldn’t just hide out. They had lives to live. Of course, most of them didn’t have such an overt threat directed at them. Still, he didn’t need to make drastic changes in her schedule. At least, not yet.

       “Let me be clear about one thing before we leave, Jen.” He stepped in front of her, blocking her exit onto the street. “I’m okay with picking up your negatives and going to the darkroom today, but things will have to change when word gets out that the show is still on.”

       “And then what?”

       “Then whoever trashed this place will try to stop you by whatever means necessary,” he answered bluntly. “So we’ll need to further restrict your activities.”

       At his grim tone, some of the color drained from her face, and he saw her clench then release her hands. He hated to be the one renewing her fear, but he couldn’t downplay the situation or she might not listen to him when needed.

       He escorted her out of the gallery, and once safely in his truck, he focused on making sure no one tailed them. They rode for thirty minutes, the air filled with tension and unease. No matter what he said, it wouldn’t change the atmosphere, so he kept quiet and left Jennie alone to peer out the window.

       Nearing Beaverton, his phone chimed from the holder on his dash, and she jumped.

       “Relax,” he said and checked caller ID.

       Cole. Good.

       Ethan didn’t want to share this conversation with Jennie until he knew what Cole had to say, but Oregon’s hands-free driving law prohibited any other option, so he clicked his speaker button.

       “I’m in the truck with Jennie, and I’m putting you on speaker.” He hoped the warning would encourage Cole to filter his words.

       “Got an ID on your guy,” Cole said. “But you’re not gonna like it.”

       Ethan glanced at Jennie. Saw her eyes narrow.

       He didn’t want to ask but he had to. “Who is he?”

       “His name is Juan Munoz. Lives here in Portland. He’s a known member of the Sotos gang.”

       “What’s that?” Jennie asked.

       “A local gang affiliated with Eduardo Sotos’s drug cartel in Mexico,” Cole explained. “They’re based out of Matamoros and specialize in exporting cocaine to the U.S.”

       Jennie gasped.

       “This guy is dangerous, bro,” Cole went on. “Besides priors for drug trafficking, he’s a person of interest in several gang slayings.”

       A murderer?

       Ethan’s heart slammed against his chest. He couldn’t look at Jennie. She must be terrified. Still, he wouldn’t lie and tell her discovering Munoz’s history was no big deal.

       It was a big deal.

       Her attacker was wanted in gangland slayings and the important thing to focus on right now was finding out what a vicious killer like Munoz wanted with Jennie.

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      Jennie could barely breathe. It seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the truck.

       “I’ll get Kat to start tracking down Munoz, but we need to figure out his connection to you,” Ethan said. His tone was soft, but did nothing to ease her distress. “I know this is shocking news, Jen, but we need to focus here.”

       She pulled in a deep breath. Let it go. In, out. In, out. One after another.

       “This is crazy,” she wheezed. “Just crazy.”

       “You’re right, but dwelling on it won’t help us move forward.” He paused as if waiting for her to get it together.

       She lowered the window to let air fresh from an afternoon shower cool her burning face. Tipping her head toward the opening, she peered at familiar sights as the tires spun over wet pavement toward her home.

       She sighed and waited for normal breathing to resume.

       “Okay to talk about this now?” Ethan asked.

       She nodded.

       “So what do you and a Mexican drug cartel or a local gang have in common?”

       What, indeed. “The only thing I can think of is that most of the pictures for the show were taken in Mexico.”

       “What part of Mexico?”

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