All I've Ever Wanted - Adrianne Byrd [29]
“Since when has the loyalty of my men ever been an issue?”
“Since you decided to execute a prominent lawyer, instead of making his death look like an accident. Yes, I left the details up to you, but I expected you to use your head.”
Keenan glanced away, but said, “I had an old score to settle.”
“Tell me about this potential witness I keep hearing about.”
“I have that under control,” he assured him.
“Do you now?”
Unaccustomed to having his word questioned, Keenan struggled to hold his temper. “You hired me to do a job, and I did it.”
“A bit messy—”
“Leave the cleanup to me. By this time tomorrow, that ‘potential’ witness will have drawn her last breath.”
Chapter 13
Turner Field
Friday, 6:45 p.m.
Kennedy stared, stupefied, at the teenaged girl in the ticket booth. “Fifty-six dollars? That’s outrageous.”
The teenager returned her stare, then shrugged. “We accept all major credit cards, or debit cards.”
Kennedy looked down at her son and saw worry lines crease his face. He was too young for such an adult expression. She dug through her handbag.
As she searched for her elusive money, she heard a few people behind her grumble about her holding up the line.
Five minutes later, with tickets in hand, Kennedy and Tommy made their way into the stadium. Excitement lit the eyes of every child she passed, as well as a few grown fanatics.
“Mommy, can I get a Braves hat?”
She looked down at Tommy and saw that the crowd’s excitement had proven to be contagious. His eyes were wide and filled with wonder. It was his first visit to a professional ball game and Kennedy had never seen him so happy.
“Of course, sweetheart.” As she smiled at his enthusiastic response, she had to blink away tears that flowed with the realization that in a couple of hours they would be separated—for a while.
By the time they’d found their seats, Kennedy had gone through another forty dollars. Between the tickets and the souvenirs and the food, she was nearly wiped out. Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about paying for Tommy’s trip to Tennessee.
Mayor Bill Campbell threw the first pitch of the evening and, in no time, the game was under way.
While Tommy lost himself in the thrill of the game, Kennedy strained her neck to search through the crowd for a glimpse of Reverend Warner. She soon concluded that there was no way she’d be able to find the man in this crowd.
She took a deep breath and tried to mend her shattered nerves. The plan was to take Tommy to the men’s restroom on the next level during the seventh inning stretch. The Reverend would be waiting there with a different set of clothes for Tommy. She didn’t like to keep the kind man in the dark about what was going on, but she was thankful that he’d agreed to take Tommy to her grandmother without asking a lot of questions.
This is going to work, she affirmed, but still took another worried look around the stadium. Was Keenan out there somewhere, watching her? An unsettled feeling in her gut told her he was.
As Keenan put down his binoculars he couldn’t shake the feeling that Ms. St. James was up to something. He, too, scanned the crowd wondering what or who she was looking for. Then he looked back at her. Maybe she was wondering if he was there.
He smiled confidently at that thought, but still he wondered.
Max lowered his binoculars and shook his head. “She’s up to something.” He took another look and noted Kennedy fidgeting and taking frequent glances at the crowd.
“What do you think it is?” Dossman asked, taking a bite of his hot dog.
“I wish I knew.” Max glanced around the exuberant crowd and shook his head again. “I wish I knew.”
Reverend Warner was nervous. He didn’t understand the need for this cloak-and-dagger plan of Kennedy’s, but she’d made it clear that she believed her son’s life was in danger. That was enough to motivate them into action. Besides, they were driving up to St. Louis for their daughter’s wedding anyway, so it would be simple enough to drop Tommy off at his grandmother’s.
“Do you see