Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) by Karen Rose

            DJ eyed her as they sped north on a rural route. “What do you know about Eden?”

            Where to start? She sifted through all the information Margo Kitson had provided. “I know that it wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

            DJ laughed. “Who told you that?”

            “She’s right,” Pastor said. “We were only going to hide there for a while.”

            “And everyone but your father was wanted by the Feds,” she said. “So the founders stayed.”

            “And exactly how do you know that?” DJ asked silkily. Dangerously.

            Liza considered telling them about finding Pastor’s wife but decided to hold that card for later. “I have my sources,” was all she’d say. “But they were very informative.”

            “Gideon and Mercy,” DJ spat. “They know nothing.”

            “Gideon?” Pastor asked, confused. “And Mercy? They can’t have said anything. They’re dead. You know this, DJ. You took care of Mercy yourself.”

            Liza turned to look at Pastor. “Did he tell you that?”

            “Yes. Of course.”

            Liza gave Pastor a pitying look. “Well, she’s very much alive. I saw her just last night.”

            DJ’s face turned so red that Liza was surprised steam wasn’t blowing out his ears.

            Pastor shook his head. “You’re mistaken.”

            “She’s lying,” DJ stated flatly.

            “She has a locket,” Liza said. “I’ve seen it. Inside is a photo of her—a baby picture really. She’s twelve and she’s with this guy named Ephraim Burton. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”

            Pastor’s demeanor changed instantly from kindly grandfather to furious sociopath. “What are you talking about?”

            “She’s lying,” DJ insisted. “And if she doesn’t shut up, I’m going to shoot her in the head.”

            Liza drew a breath. I’m sorry, Tom. “I served in Afghanistan. I looked men in the eye who were a helluva lot scarier than you. You’re going to kill me anyway. I might as well take you down with me. He lied to you, Mr. Travis. He told you that he killed Mercy, but she survived. Waylon Belmont said he killed Gideon, but he lied, too. Gideon is alive and well. And DJ here has been trying to kill them ever since, so that you won’t find out.”

            She recoiled when DJ’s fist connected with her temple. Pain exploded in her head and she breathed out a moan. God, that hurts. Still, she forced herself to continue.

            “We know you have fifty million bucks in offshore accounts and that your banker is . . .” She glanced at DJ because he’d suddenly gone rigid. This made her smile through the pain. “I think that’s something Mr. Belmont doesn’t know. So that tidbit I’m going to keep to myself.”

            Playing them off one another might be the only way to keep herself alive until the cavalry arrived.

            Pastor eyed her cannily. “You don’t know, either.”

            “His initials are D.P.”

            Pastor’s eyes flashed with anger and Liza hoped Tom was pursuing Daniel Park with everything he had. “What else do you know?” he demanded.

            “Lots. I’d tell you, but he’s going to kill me, so I’m not going to tell you anything more.”

            “Did you know this, DJ?” he asked calmly, which was somehow more frightening than his angry voice. “Did you know that the Feds know about us?”

            “He did,” Liza said, and then she frowned. “Where’s the woman? Sister Coleen?”

            Pastor tensed. “You left her behind, DJ. What were you thinking? She’ll sing.”

            “No, she won’t,” DJ said grimly. And if looks could kill . . .

            He didn’t need evil looks, though. He had a gun. And possibly a bomb that he could detonate with his phone.