Justice growled softly and Vanni glanced at him, alarmed. He looked furious. “You didn’t tell me that part.”

“Sorry. Gregory said they paid someone almost seven hundred thousand dollars for B-47. He didn’t tell me the actual drug name but that’s what he called it. He said something about a batch and he made it clear that he didn’t think much of the guy he bought it from. He never said a name.”

“The bartender worked there for three years with never any complaints against him. I double-checked all employee records for anyone working in the room at the time of the incident.” Slade removed his cell phone from his shirt pocket. “I’ll text Tim to pick him up.”

“Do that,” Justice agreed. “Quietly.”

“Of course.” Slade focused on his phone.

Justice cleared his throat. “Are you well, Vanni? You’re pale.”

“I’m out of my element,” she admitted. “Am I under arrest? I swear I didn’t know anything about what they planned to do at the hotel. I only found out about the bartender and all that last night after Carl and his father refused to let me leave.”

“You’re not our enemy. We’re willing to believe you and you’re currently our guest at Homeland.” Justice’s words were comforting until he spoke again. “Unless we discover you’re lying to us.”

“I’m not. Everything I’ve told you is the truth.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” he promised.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. I saw the way some of your people looked at me.”

“The Woods Church has been unkind to the NSO and we weren’t certain if you were a member or not. Word will get out why you’re here and they’ll warm to you.” Justice paused. “I am curious about something. Why haven’t they used Smiley’s name yet? It hasn’t been mentioned at all during any of the television coverage.”

“Bruce asked me his name this morning but I lied to him. I told him I didn’t remember. He didn’t believe me but then those horrible women showed up so he didn’t have time to force me to talk.” She went into more detail about her ordeal before her rescue. “I told my best friend to get lost and asked her to tell my parents to do the same. You don’t think Gregory will have someone go after my sister or brother, do you? They are in other states.”

“We can send out teams to secure them if you wish. They’ll be relocated to a nice hotel and put in protective custody.”

She hesitated. A week before she’d have laughed if someone had inferred that Gregory was a danger to her life and to the people she loved most. She’d never have guessed he was capable of everything he’d done so far. “Please. I’m worried about them. My sister is home alone with her two kids while her husband is at work. I don’t worry that much about my brother since he’s a cop and I know they live in a very secure building. Beth is fine where she is and so are my parents. Gregory won’t be able to find them.”

Justice withdrew a pad from a drawer and pushed it across the desk with a pen. “Write down directions so we can reach your siblings. I give you my word they will be comfortable and secure.”

She wrote down her brother’s and sister’s addresses. Her parents would have fled to her father’s best friend’s cabin. They vacationed there every summer. She pushed the information across the desk to Justice and returned the pen.

“Thank you.”

Slade approached and lifted the pad. “I’m on this.” He left.

“We need to stop the rumors the Woods Church has created,” Fury stated.

Justice nodded and stared at Vanni. “They informed every press outlet that you were going to announce you’d been drugged and raped by a Species male. They want Smiley prosecuted in your human courts.”

“That was on the news?” It horrified her. “That’s not true!”

“We’re aware.”

“Gregory is insane. Around-the-bend, toss-a-net nuts.” She sighed. “I never liked him but Carl seemed so different from his father. I’ve had my eyes opened. Carl does whatever his father tells him to do. He just walked out and left me there with his father and Bruce. He could never have cared about me at all to be able to do that. They seem obsessed with destroying New Species at any cost.”

Justice’s features softened. “Gregory Woods and his followers truly hate the NSO. We try not to take it too personally. Perhaps you should do the same. You weren’t the female they meant to drug.”

Vanni couldn’t follow his advice. It was personal, at least after she’d been held prisoner and threatened. Carl had sworn he loved her but he hadn’t batted an eyelash when she was in danger. She wanted to get back at them and make them pay for what they’d done.

“Do you need me to speak to the reporters?” She hugged her waist. “I’ve avoided them since the video was plastered all over the TV but I’ll do it if it clears Smiley’s name.” Her parents would flip out if they heard that on the news. They would wonder if she’d lied about the limited details she’d shared with them about that night. It had been easier to allow them to assume she’d just drank too much and hooked up with someone in a bar.

Fury spoke. “I’ve been on the phone with our public relations team all morning. I informed them Vanni was on the way to us and they recommended no direct contact with the media where they could ask her questions.”