woman had fostered Allan Baker, then Washburn must have known about her. He had to have known that his son was dumped into the system. And the bastard hadn't even had the heart to take the boy in.
"Have you printed any of this yet?"
"No," the reporter admitted, shaking her head.
"Can you keep this quiet, buy me some time?"
Cameron grinned. "As long as you give me the exclusive."
Jasi would give her the Premier's head on a platter. What a story that would make on the front page! Cameron Prescott was holding onto the story that could make her career. Allan Baker wouldn't know what hit him!
The only thing Jasi and her team had to do now was place Baker at either one of the crime scenes. It was purely a matter of time before she would have enough evidence to charge him.
"You'll get your exclusive."
Baker had now moved into the category of prime suspect. He could have killed his foster mother for a million reasons. And it was more than possible that he had killed his father to stop a pre-election scandal that could end his political career.
"Agent McLellan, can I ask you a personal question?"
Jasi shrugged. "Ask away…as long as it doesn't end up in the newspaper."
"What is it like to work for the CFBI? I mean, you're always on the move, hunting down criminals and putting your life on the line."
Jasi was unsure of how to reply. How could she explain the rush she experienced when she brought down a murderer? Or the look in a mother's eyes when told that the person responsible for her child's death had been caught?
"Most of the time it's a blessing," she admitted. "It's rewarding to find the answers, solve the puzzle. But, I'll admit―it's not always easy."
Jasi had been reading fires since she was a child. And then Divine had found her and brought her into the PSI division where she had floundered with her gift, uncomprehending its value. Matthew Divine had given her a safe place to practice and hone her skills, a place where she was accepted. A home.
Of course, she couldn't reveal all this to the woman sitting across from her. Studying Cameron, Jasi had the distinct impression that the reporter suspected that she was not simply a CFBI agent. She wondered if the reporter had heard anything about the PSI division.
Divine Ops wouldn't remain a secret forever.
"The worst thing about my job is that it doesn't leave much time for a normal life," Jasi admitted uncomfortably.
"Yeah, I hear ya," Cameron chuckled.
"Whatever normal is."
The reporter eyed her curiously. "What about family? Friends?"
Jasi laughed. "Man, I can sure tell you're in the right profession."
"Yup. My brother used to tell me all I did was ask questions. I irritated the hell out of him."
Cameron's eyes grew distant.
Jasi cleared her throat, curious why the reporter's mood had shifted. "I have a brother too. Brady. He's younger than me and a bit of a rebel."
"And your parents?"
Jasi felt a shiver trail up her spine. "Our mother was killed on Brady's birthday during a home robbery. I was eight."
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, so am I," Jasi said softly. "My mother was a wonderful person."
She peered beneath her lashes at the woman across from her. Why on earth am I confiding in Cameron Prescott?
There was a moment of awkward silence before Cameron murmured, "My brother died when I was a kid. It took me years to feel like a whole person again."
Jasi nodded.
Death could do that to a person. It could leave you feeling like a dark void had replaced your once-beating heart. Wondering if the emptiness would ever go away. Always wanting the impossible.
Banishing the dark thoughts from her mind, she said, "My father is still alive. He's retired. We don't really get along. Must be the Gemini-Capricorn thing. What about your folks?"
"I never knew my birth parents," Cameron murmured softly. "My brother and I were abandoned."
"That's awful!"
Jasi couldn't understand how anyone could walk away from his or her own flesh and blood.
"Did you ever
"Have you printed any of this yet?"
"No," the reporter admitted, shaking her head.
"Can you keep this quiet, buy me some time?"
Cameron grinned. "As long as you give me the exclusive."
Jasi would give her the Premier's head on a platter. What a story that would make on the front page! Cameron Prescott was holding onto the story that could make her career. Allan Baker wouldn't know what hit him!
The only thing Jasi and her team had to do now was place Baker at either one of the crime scenes. It was purely a matter of time before she would have enough evidence to charge him.
"You'll get your exclusive."
Baker had now moved into the category of prime suspect. He could have killed his foster mother for a million reasons. And it was more than possible that he had killed his father to stop a pre-election scandal that could end his political career.
"Agent McLellan, can I ask you a personal question?"
Jasi shrugged. "Ask away…as long as it doesn't end up in the newspaper."
"What is it like to work for the CFBI? I mean, you're always on the move, hunting down criminals and putting your life on the line."
Jasi was unsure of how to reply. How could she explain the rush she experienced when she brought down a murderer? Or the look in a mother's eyes when told that the person responsible for her child's death had been caught?
"Most of the time it's a blessing," she admitted. "It's rewarding to find the answers, solve the puzzle. But, I'll admit―it's not always easy."
Jasi had been reading fires since she was a child. And then Divine had found her and brought her into the PSI division where she had floundered with her gift, uncomprehending its value. Matthew Divine had given her a safe place to practice and hone her skills, a place where she was accepted. A home.
Of course, she couldn't reveal all this to the woman sitting across from her. Studying Cameron, Jasi had the distinct impression that the reporter suspected that she was not simply a CFBI agent. She wondered if the reporter had heard anything about the PSI division.
Divine Ops wouldn't remain a secret forever.
"The worst thing about my job is that it doesn't leave much time for a normal life," Jasi admitted uncomfortably.
"Yeah, I hear ya," Cameron chuckled.
"Whatever normal is."
The reporter eyed her curiously. "What about family? Friends?"
Jasi laughed. "Man, I can sure tell you're in the right profession."
"Yup. My brother used to tell me all I did was ask questions. I irritated the hell out of him."
Cameron's eyes grew distant.
Jasi cleared her throat, curious why the reporter's mood had shifted. "I have a brother too. Brady. He's younger than me and a bit of a rebel."
"And your parents?"
Jasi felt a shiver trail up her spine. "Our mother was killed on Brady's birthday during a home robbery. I was eight."
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, so am I," Jasi said softly. "My mother was a wonderful person."
She peered beneath her lashes at the woman across from her. Why on earth am I confiding in Cameron Prescott?
There was a moment of awkward silence before Cameron murmured, "My brother died when I was a kid. It took me years to feel like a whole person again."
Jasi nodded.
Death could do that to a person. It could leave you feeling like a dark void had replaced your once-beating heart. Wondering if the emptiness would ever go away. Always wanting the impossible.
Banishing the dark thoughts from her mind, she said, "My father is still alive. He's retired. We don't really get along. Must be the Gemini-Capricorn thing. What about your folks?"
"I never knew my birth parents," Cameron murmured softly. "My brother and I were abandoned."
"That's awful!"
Jasi couldn't understand how anyone could walk away from his or her own flesh and blood.
"Did you ever
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