Chapter 98: Evan

Wednesday. Obran's Stash House. Austin, Texas.

EVAN FELT AS IF he were being torn in all directions. The revelation that Obran's wife Olga was the previously unknown Karen had set the whole team on edge. Then there were the implications of her hasty exit to consider.

She'd known they were coming. Or at least there was the possibility of exposure.

They might never find Karen now. Obran was good at what he did.

And then there was Felecia.

She'd stalked out of the house and was standing under the big magnolia tree in the front yard, a picture clutched in her hand, staring at the grass. She'd told him her mother was dead and she believed it. Her whole world was being rocked and here he was setting up some damn cameras.

It stood to reason that Obran or someone who worked for him might come back to the house, and if they did that their team needed to know. The cameras were a necessity. But Felecia needed a shoulder and he couldn't be that for her. Not until the damn cameras were up.