Unseen (Will Trent / Atlanta Series)

at the hospital. That she was Tony Dell’s stepsister.”
    “She did part-time work at Dr. Benedict’s office.” Will spoke carefully, like he was explaining it to a child. “Cayla overheard Jared telling you that Lonnie Gray was Big Whitey.”
    “No.” Lena felt a dry laugh scratch her throat. The conversation sounded more and more like a really bad joke. “He wasn’t serious.”
    “Cayla felt differently. She told DeShawn Franklin, who said it was probably nothing, and then she told Lonnie Gray, who put out a hit on you and your husband.”
    None of this made sense. “How did she—”
    “Cayla was dating Chuck Gray before he died of leukemia.
    She was close to Lonnie. Or, as close as two people like that can be.” Will put his hands in his pockets. “You want my personal theory, I think she was just one of those women who likes stirring things up.”
    Lena felt her head shaking even as her brain tried to process the information. She remembered the doctor’s visit. She remembered Jared talking shit. And she remembered taking him seriously for just a brief moment before dismissing his theory like she dismissed every jackass theory that came out of his mouth.
    All she could manage was, “I don’t believe you.”
    “Why not?” Will asked. “It’s the truth.” There was no smile on his face, no indication that he was about to reveal the punch line. “It wasn’t your fault. I wouldn’t say it was Jared’s fault, either. It’s just something that happened.”
    Lena pressed her back against the wall. She’d been racking her brain trying to figure out where she’d gone wrong, what she’d done, and in the end, she was completely blameless. “I just assumed …” Lena shook her head again. She was turning into a bobblehead doll. “I thought it was something to do with work.”
    “That’s a reasonable assumption,” Will agreed. “We all thought it was work-related. But it wasn’t.”
    “We were …” She let her voice trail off. Lena couldn’t say the most startling part of all: On the street, you expected bad things to happen. They had been in her doctor’s office. Lena had thought they were safe.
    She told Will, “I don’t even remember meeting her. I’ve seen her face all over the news and it never even crossed my mind.” She felt a jolt from a distant memory. “I think she even called me on the phone.”
    Will said, “If it helps any, you’ve really annoyed my partner. She’s spent her professional career saying there’s no such thing as coincidence.”
    Lena kept shaking her head. She’d never believed in coincidences, either.
    “So,” Will said. “Any questions?”
    Lena could only think of one. “Does Sara know it wasn’t my fault?”
    He hesitated, but told her, “Yes.”
    Lena didn’t even try to fight the smile on her lips. “And she knows that you’re down here telling me?”
    “Yes.”
    “She didn’t try to stop you?”
    “I should head back to Atlanta.” Will pushed away from the wall, obviously uneasy with the subject. “I’m glad everything worked out for you and Jared.”
    She couldn’t let him leave. “Why didn’t you just call me? Or email me?”
    He gave her a knowing look. “You always come out better when we’re off the record.”
    Lena didn’t have to ask for clarification. Her memory flashed up that night in the house when she’d held the hammer over her head. Jared was bleeding out on the floor. One man was already dead. Even now, the bruise on Lena’s knee was still tender where she’d dropped her full weight onto Fred Zachary’s spine. If she thought about it hard enough, she could hear the crack of bone echoing in her ears.
    Georgia’s Castle Doctrine law provided that any man or woman could use deadly force against an intruder so long as they believed their life was in danger.
    Will Trent knew just as well as Lena that Fred Zachary had no longer been a threat.
    He gave a slight bow, his only acknowledgment of the truth between them. “Until next time.”
    “There’s not going to be a next time.”
    “Lena.” He sounded almost wistful. “I really hope you’re right.”
    Will kept his hands in his pockets as he walked away. Lena remembered the first time she’d met him. With his three-piece suits and mild manner, he was more like an undertaker than a cop. In Lena’s quest to learn from her mistakes, Will Trent was up there with the big life lessons. That undertaker had almost sent her to prison.
    And not without