Mortal Sin by Allison Brennan Read Free Book Online

including no contact with his victims and, in fact, he wasn’t allowed to leave Colorado without permission from—”
    Lucy slapped her palm hard on the table, startling both the agents and herself. She didn’t care one iota about the restrictions placed on Morton; he’d been freed. The truth turned her stomach into a bubbling vat of acid. In the back of her mind, a small voice tried to tell her this couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t true, but she quashed the weak emotions of denial. It
had
happened and she’d face it head-on.
    Her comments were for Kate alone. “Six years? Forwhat he did to me? To the others? To your partner?
Six years?
And you agreed to that? Without even telling me—then or even later, when he was let out?”
    “I didn’t want to take the agreement, but it wasn’t just my call. And lives were at stake! Yours. Dillon’s. Adam Scott had made it clear that he wasn’t going to go away without taking you with him. Morton gave up Scott and Trask Enterprises—bank accounts, records—we had no choice.”
    “There’s always a choice. But six years—why not seven? Ten? Or one? Why put him in prison at all if he was so
fucking
cooperative?”
    We had no choice
.
    “Dillon knew,” Lucy whispered. The air rushed from her lungs and she could scarcely breathe. Everyone knew—everyone except her.
    She rose shakily from the chair, hands on the table to steady herself. She would not faint. She would not have a panic attack. She would
not
cry.
    She needed to get out of there.
    “I’m going to Patrick’s,” she said without looking at anyone. She didn’t want to see the pity in their eyes, pity that she hadn’t known, that she’d been treated like an unpredictable child. She understood deep down that her family had only wanted to protect her, but ignorance was not protection.
    “I’ll drive you,” Kate said.
    “No. I’m walking.” She went to her coat and put it on.
    “It’s snowing.”
    “I need the air.” She turned and asked Agent Armstrong, “Why was Morton in Washington?”
    “That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Armstrongsaid. “Ms. Kincaid, I understand you need a few moments, but we do need to talk.”
    She nodded stiffly. “Tomorrow.”
    “We’ll come by in the morning—”
    “No. I’ll come to your office.”
    Kate began, “Lucy, I don’t—”
    Lucy whipped her head toward her sister-in-law. “I don’t care what you think, Kate. Not now.” She sounded so cruel, her voice sharp and unfamiliar. But it was the only way she could maintain her composure. She turned back to Agent Armstrong. “D.C. Regional?”
    “Yes.” He handed her his card. Lucy pocketed it while eyeing the FBI agent.
    He showed no pity. His entire body was hard and rigid, but that told her he was military. He stood like her brother Jack, with that ready-to-act stance that was deceptively casual. Everything about him was no-nonsense, which made his baby-blue eyes stand out even more.
    “Tomorrow morning,” she repeated, then turned and left the room.

FIVE
    Patrick’s townhouse, which coupled as the newly opened Rogan-Caruso-Kincaid East office and his residence, was just six blocks from Lucy’s place, on a narrow tree-lined street off M Street. It was sandwiched between an embassy for a country smaller than the state of Rhode Island and a private residence. It wasn’t far, but between the snow and the icy wind, the walk seemed longer than her daily mile trek to the Metro.
    She rang the bell and waited, so cold and wet on the outside that the heat of betrayal had cooled, replaced by sorrow and uncertainty. Eventually, she’d have to sit down with Kate and Dillon to discuss their keeping her in the dark about Morton, as well as his murder. But not tonight, not when the pain of the secrets they’d harbored was so raw she could scarcely keep her past firmly locked down.
    Morton had been
here
, in D.C. Her home. Even with the District’s violence and crime rate, she had felt safe here