“Exactly.”
Malcolm shot his fiancée a startled glance. “I hadn’t considered that. Yes, that does complicate things a bit.”
Skeeter nodded. “You may not know it, but I was right beside Ianira when she was kidnapped. Armstrong knocked Ianira flat, swept her and me straight to the floor, just as Jenna Caddrick burst out of the crowd and shot a terrorist behind us. An armed one, about to murder Ianira. I started wondering why Armstrong would’ve knocked her out of an assassin’s way, if he was trying to kill her, then I realized the kid who’d shot that terrorist couldn’t be anybody but Jenna, herself. They hustled Ianira out of danger and pulled Marcus and the girls out of another terrorist hit at the daycare center. Then Armstrong and Julius took Marcus and the girls down the Wild West Gate—”
“And Jenna came here,” Margo finished. “With Ianira.”
“Right. And the hit men who went through the Wild West Gate killed Julius, thinking he was Jenna Caddrick.”
Margo sat up very straight. “Then the men Benny Catlin killed were hatchet men? The one she shot at the Picadilly Hotel and the one who chased her all the way to the Royal Opera?”
“It certainly seems probable,” Malcolm frowned. “But what game is Kaederman playing?”
“That,” Skeeter answered softly, “is what I intend to find out. Somebody’s lying. Either Kaederman is or the senator is.”
“Or both,” Margo muttered.
“Or both. So we’ve not only got to find Armstrong and Miss Caddrick, but we don’t dare let Kaederman know, if we do locate them. Not ’til we know more about his game and why he’s playing it.”