The senator looked into the distance as if remembering. “She was the love of my life, I’m pretty sure. The night she died, I learned I shouldn’t drink tequila.”

“And the intern at your law office?” Brigid croaked.

“Oh, her.” The senator shared a look with Josh. “She had stumbled upon a case and some evidence we didn’t want anyone to see. I’m not even sure how she died.”

“You?” Brigid looked at Josh.

He didn’t say a word.

“Any other girls?” Dana murmured.

“Nope. I’ve removed other obstacles from my business and political life, but you’ll never find those connections.” He grinned, his teeth sparkling as if he was in a campaign poster.

Josh didn’t return the smile. There was a connection here that Brigid couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Eddie Coonan’s business is in trouble, which you obviously know because I’m here, and you would like the journal. But Josh, why are you here?” Shouldn’t the enforcer be protecting his boss right now along with Jonny P?

Josh glanced at her, no expression in those sharp eyes.

Tyson fixed his cummerbund and then looked up, his thick eyebrows rising. “Oh. I see. No. Josh doesn’t work for Eddie. Not really.”

Brigid’s mouth dropped open. “Josh works for you.” Her mind clicked facts into place like a good code. “Every time Eddie flew to wherever you were when a woman disappeared, Josh was with him.” Holy crap. Josh was the one who helped the senator—and worked for him. “Does Eddie know?” she asked.

“Of course not,” the senator said easily. “I put Josh in place years ago to keep an eye on my investments.” He shrugged. “And take Eddie out if necessary.” He straightened and looked around. “This room is soundproof, with only one locked exit, and armed men are on the other side. This is my wife’s favorite room, so I suggest you don’t break anything. Stay here and behave yourself. Josh, bring the blonde. It’s time she and I had a talk.” He turned and strode out of the room.

“No!” Brigid jumped up between Dana and Josh, but he swatted her away like she was nothing. She hit the side of the treadmill and fell. Even though Dana fought the enforcer, he dragged her out and slammed the door, sliding locks into place.

Brigid ran to the door and tried to open it, twisting frantically. The senator killed blondes. She had to get out of there. She started tapping on the walls. Hadn’t she seen a movie where the good guys broke out through the Sheetrock? But this was all cinder block or cement. Damn it. She swung out and hit the stationary bike. The one with the screen. Wait a minute. Her heart galloping, she jumped on and pressed the start button.