call.”
With a reluctant nod, she gave him a kiss and then disappeared back down the hall.
William glanced at the clock and considered waiting for a couple hours so his old FBI buddy could get some more sleep. Then he shook his head. Kendra was family, and she had the same stubborn streak that William had passed along to her father. She was adamant that her grandfather could give her the privacy and safety she so desperately craved, but he knew better. As much as it pained him to agree with his son, Kendra needed a bodyguard, whether she wanted one or not.
* * *
Elias Washington hung up the phone and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He glanced over at his wife, who was lying peacefully beside him, and was grateful that she had learned years ago to sleep with earplugs.
He slipped out of bed and headed straight for his office. William’s call had woken him up shortly after three o’clock, and he wanted some time to consider his friend’s request before the morning briefing.
As the agent in charge at the FBI’s Phoenix office, Elias knew no one under his command would question him if he assigned a protection detail to Kendra Blake, even though the explosion in Los Angeles was technically outside their jurisdiction. Assigning protection to someone who potentially didn’t want it would be a lot trickier, especially considering William’s other request. He wanted the agent assigned to his granddaughter to either be one of his female operatives or someone who was LDS, preferably both.
Since Kendra knew most of his agents, his options were limited. Elias knew it was going to take some time to look through his personnel files, to consider his options, and to identify the right person for the job.
He powered on his laptop and automatically opened his e-mail. An urgent message caught his attention. He opened it and read through the disturbing details of the woman found dead the night before along with a request from the LA office for some extra support in hunting a possible serial killer.
Elias shook his head and headed for the shower. Whether he liked it or not, this workday had already started, and it was going to last well into the night.
* * *
Kendra stared at her grandfather, still not quite sure what to think. She was exhausted after not sleeping at all last night, not to mention everything else that had happened. She must have misunderstood what he was telling her. “You want to assign me a security team?”
“It wouldn’t be like the bodyguards your father keeps around. I just want some of my FBI friends to keep an eye on things for a while, at least until the police finish their investigation.”
“You know I can’t live like that anymore. That’s why I came here.” She shook her head, already feeling like the walls were closing in on her. “I can’t do it anymore, Grandpa. I just can’t. You used to be FBI. I’ll be fine here with you.”
William let out a sigh. “If whoever planted that bomb at your concert was trying to hurt you, he might be able to track you here, and I definitely don’t want you staying at your condo here in town. I just don’t know if I trust myself to keep both you and your grandmother safe.”
Sickness and nerves sloshed inside her, and her face paled. “I never really thought about that.”
He rubbed a finger along his snow-white mustache, the way he always did when he was thinking. “Did you tell anyone that you were coming here?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I left a note for my manager, but I didn’t tell him where I was going. I just said I’d be gone for a few weeks so he could handle the press. I also wanted him to know that I plan to be back in California in time for a couple of benefit concerts next month.”
“In that case, I do have one other idea.”
“What?”
“You could stay in one of our cabins in Pinewood for a few weeks. Not many people go up there this time of year, and you’d be able to have that peace and quiet you’ve been