Chapter Twenty-Three 12 page

“I’m sorry.”

“No. You shouldn’t be. Not for doing what must be done.” Blair rose. “You will be careful with Valerie, won’t you?”

Cam stood. “She’s a victim in this too. I’m sure of it.”

“I trust your judgment. I do.” Blair skimmed her fingers along Cam’s jaw. “But you’re the one thing in my life I can’t do without.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Blair smiled gently. “See that you do.”

Chapter Twenty

Cam tilted her chair back and scrubbed her face. A glance at her watch confirmed what she already knew. It was late, almost 9 p.m. Felicia and Savard looked just as exhausted as she felt, but neither had complained despite twelve hours of nonstop work at the computers. The rest of the guest house was dark, the only light coming from the computer monitors and a few muted lamps. She appreciated why so many government buildings had so few windows—the less intrusion from the outside world, the easier it was to become lost in the work to the exclusion of everything else. Even the important people in your life.

“Where are we?”

Savard deferred to Felicia, who had the most expertise in terms of computer investigation. Felicia shrugged.

“Between the files at Quantico I’ve been able to access and our own scans of Matheson’s academy records, we have solid IDs on all four of the gunmen at the Aerie. We have names for the faces now and we’re digging deeper.”

“What does that give us in terms of Matheson’s connection to the Company and Valerie’s handler?”

Felicia shook her head. “Nothing yet. These men were all too young to be contemporaries of anyone who might have recruited Valerie.”

Savard said, “If Valerie was recruited as a teenager, then we’re probably looking at someone Matheson’s age as her handler.” She spread her hands in frustration. “He could be anyone.”

“We have to work from the assumption that Valerie’s handler and Matheson are tied together. It may turn out that they’re not, but that’s a more probable scenario than postulating that Valerie’s contact within the Company reported the plans for the raid on Matheson’s compound to someone else who then relayed the message to Matheson.” Cam stood up and walked to the window, rolling her shoulders and trying to work out some of the stiffness from the previous week’s injuries and the tension of poring through files all day. The first floor of the main house was alight, and she wondered what Blair was doing. “I don’t believe in coincidences. The only person outside of our team who knew about the raid was Valerie. She reported to her handler and Matheson was tipped off. A plus B equals C.”

“Matheson has had a lifetime to build up a network inside the system,” Felicia said. “We’re looking for a needle in a haystack.”

“Maybe. But men like Matheson know that the most secure network is one that’s small and built on personal loyalty.” She turned away from the window and the reminder of the rest of her life to face her agents. “What creates the greatest loyalty?”

“Chain of command,” Savard said immediately.

“Family,” Felicia replied.

“Start with Foster and the other four men from the assault on Blair, and find their brothers, cousins, uncles, fathers, grandfathers— every male relative who might have been associated with Matheson or Matheson’s brothers, uncles, father, whatever.”

Savard frowned. “What about the women?”

Cam shook her head. “Not likely. Matheson runs a military academy for boys. All of the assailants were men. All of the paramilitary personnel at his compound were men. He doesn’t entrust women with authority.”

Felicia’s eyes flashed. “One of his many mistakes.”

“Agreed,” Cam said with quiet satisfaction. “He’s going to regret underestimating us.”

“I was wondering when you were going to surface,” Blair said when Cam walked into the kitchen a little after 10 p.m. She pulled the red sweatband from her forehead and let her hair fall free on her shoulders. She’d just come from a run on the beach and still wore sweatpants and a cutoff T-shirt. “There’s chicken in the oven.”

“Thanks, but I’m good. Tanner had sandwiches sent in for us.” Cam opened the refrigerator and extracted a beer. “Want one?”

“I’ve got wine.” Blair waited until Cam sat down at the table and took several swallows of beer before moving behind her to massage her shoulders. “Long day.”

Cam leaned her head back against Blair’s body, briefly closed her eyes, and sighed. “Yeah. How was yours?”

“About the same. I painted a little this afternoon.”

“Anything I can see yet?”

Blair smiled. “Soon. Maybe tomorrow.”

“I won’t forget. What else is new?”

“Tanner’s people took Emory back to the city. Steph is going to stay with her for a day or so just to be sure she’s okay.”

“Good. How’s Diane?”

Blair’s hand stilled. “Upset.”

“I’ll talk to her as soon as I check in with Mac and Stark. Hopefully they had better luck sorting out what happened at the hotel last night than we had today.”

“No progress?”

Cam sighed. “Some. I have no doubt that given enough time we could track the various threads back to the hub, but I don’t think we have that much time. Not when Matheson can put together assault squads like he did at the Aerie, people who don’t care if they die.”

Blair went back to working on the muscles in Cam’s neck. “You think it was a suicide mission?”

“I doubt they framed it that way, but the probability was overwhelming that none of the assailants would survive.”

“You think he’ll try again.”

Cam fell silent, wondering if spelling out her concerns to Blair was fair.

“Don’t try to decide what’s good for me or not, just tell me what you think,” Blair said.

Cam looked up into Blair’s face. “Yes, I do.”

“Well. He’s not so smart, then, is he? I just hope he does it soon so we can get this over with.” Blair kissed the top of Cam’s head. “Why don’t you take a shower and change into something more comfortable. Your back is one big knot.”

“Are you going to come with me?”

Blair laughed. “No, not unless you intend on spending the rest of the night in the bedroom.”

“Sounds good to me.” Cam grinned, tilting her head further back against Blair’s stomach. “I missed you today.”

Blair traced Cam’s eyebrows with a fingertip, then leaned over and kissed her mouth upside down. “I’ve been thinking of this morning all day. I love that position, but next time I want it to be your mouth under me.”

Cam groaned and nosed Blair’s T-shirt aside so she could kiss her bare middle. “Let me finish up a few more things, and I’ll take care of that wish. I can shower later.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Anything?” Cam asked as she strode into the operations center. Stark, Mac, and—to her surprise—Wozinski were reviewing printouts. “Hi Greg. Things finished up in Boston?”

Wozinski shrugged. “The feebies are handling it. Need I say more?”

“Other than things are moving slowly?” Cam grinned. “What do you have?”

“Shooter’s name was Allen Strassmann, and as we already knew, he was on Constantine’s watch list. He’s also on half a dozen other lists under watch—all right-wing, pro-Christian, pro-life, ultraconservative groups.”

“On the surface,” Stark said, “it looks like Dr. Constantine was the target.”

Cam leaned against the door jamb and folded her arms. “You disagree?”

“If the doctor was the target, it seems pretty stupid to try to take her out when she’s with Egret, who everyone knows would be heavily guarded.”

“Maybe it was simply a matter of opportunity,” Cam said.

“Possible. But how did they know that Constantine was in the hall with us? It was a spur of the moment decision to leave then.”

“Maybe Strassmann was in the banquet hall or had someone watching Emory’s movements who could alert him, the same as we postulated might be the case if Blair were the target.”

Stark nodded, but she didn’t look convinced. “If I were going to take a shot at Emory Constantine, I would plan to do it when she was leaving the hotel after the event—in the parking garage, maybe, or even in the crowd coming out of the banquet hall. There’d be a much better chance of getting away with it—and getting away, period.”

“Do we have any indication that this guy Strassmann might have targeted Blair?” Cam joined the others around the table.

“We don’t have anything in the files about this guy—or any organization he’s involved with—contacting her, issuing statements, or posting inflammatory messages on any of their message boards regarding her. Nothing ties him to her.”

“I’m not surprised. If I were going to choose an assassin, I’d want him, or her, to be someone anonymous.” Cam shrugged. “That assumes there was someone behind this other than Strassmann himself.”

“It would be a damn big coincidence,” Mac said as he sat down with coffee, “if someone just happened to take a shot at Emory Constantine when she just happened to be with Egret. Despite the evidence, or lack of it, it’s too big a coincidence for me.”

Stark nodded. “I agree.”

“So do I.” Cam stood. “Keep working the Strassmann angle and assume his target was Blair. See if you can find a relationship between him and any known Matheson connections—maybe he’s related to one of Matheson’s men captured at the compound.”

“Will do, Commander.” Stark hesitated, as if she were about to say more, then fell silent.

“Chief?” Cam asked.

“Nothing, Commander.”

“No,” Cam said as if the question had been asked. “We didn’t make a whole hell of a lot of progress, but we’re still digging.”

“We really need Valerie Lawrence to come in if we’re going to find the link to Matheson,” Stark said.

“I’m working on it.” Cam surveyed the group. “Until then we carry on.”

Cam leaned into the living room and tapped on the partially open French door that divided it from the hallway and the first floor bedrooms. Diane was curled up on one end of the dark brown leather sofa in front of the fireplace. A half empty glass of wine sat on the end table beside her. She’d changed from the jeans she’d been wearing earlier into black slacks and a fitted, white scoop neck top with three-quarter length sleeves. She looked remote and very much alone.

“Can I talk to you?”

Diane glanced over her shoulder. “Of course.”

Diane turned back to the fire as Cam sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to warn you about the newspaper article before you saw it,” Cam said.

“Would you still have released it if I had objected?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for letting me make the phone calls this afternoon. My sister and my office manager were very relieved to hear that I wasn’t seriously injured.” Diane added sharply, “Of course, I stuck to the script Stark provided me. The one you approved, I assume.”

Cam winced. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like a conspirator.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“It’s complicated—”

“That means it’s about Valerie.”

“Yes,” Cam admitted. “She won’t come in to protect herself, but she will to protect you. And we need her.”

Diane shifted, studying Cam with no apparent trace of her previous anger. “That’s emotional blackmail, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it is.”

“How do you make that all right?”

“It’s better for Valerie, it’s better for you. And it’s better for Blair.”

“That’s the bottom line, isn’t it? Blair.”

Cam regarded her steadily. “Yes.”

“No apologies? No elaborate rationalizations or arguments?”

“No.”

“Clear and simple,” Diane whispered to herself.

“Not clear and not simple,” Cam said. “Necessary. Valerie will understand.”

“And you’re sure that this is the best thing for Valerie?”

“As sure as I can be,” Cam said. “You have to trust me on that one.”

Diane laughed harshly. “It seems that we all have to trust you for quite a bit, Cam. That’s asking a lot, don’t you think?”

“Diane,” Blair said from the doorway. “Cam knows what she’s doing. There’s no one better to make these decisions.”

“I hope you’re right.” Diane rose and strode abruptly toward the door, then paused to look back at Cam. “Because if something happens to Valerie because of this, I’ll never forgive you for using me against her.”

As Diane hurried from the room, Blair said, “She’s just upset. I’ll go talk to her.”

“It’s okay. She deserves to be angry. I didn’t handle it well.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Cameron. You’re not responsible for everyone, and she happens to be wrong.”

Cam’s lips twitched. “Thank you for coming to my defense. I think.”

Blair grasped Cam’s chin in her hand, and kissed her, a deep probing kiss. “I know how you get. I’m not letting you beat yourself up about this. You did the right thing even if your timing sucked.”

“You don’t usually complain about my ti—” Cam broke off as her cell phone rang. “Roberts.” She held Blair’s gaze as she spoke. “Where…? Tell them to intercept, but do not… I repeat… do not use deadly force. Alert Stark to secure the house. I’ll be right there.”

“What is it?” Blair asked anxiously.

“Intruder on the beach. I have to go.”

“Let Tanner’s people handle it. Cam—”

“Stay here, Blair. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Damn it, Cam—”

Cam ran toward the back of the house, punching in Felicia’s number on her cell. “I need back up. I’ll be on the path to the dunes.”

“Roger, Commander. Savard?”

Cam pushed through the back door. It was dark with only moonlight to guide her, but she knew the route by heart. She issued orders as she ran, phone in one hand and weapon in the other. “No. Savard’s not mobile enough. Tell her to take a position behind the guest house. No one approaches the rear of the compound except on my orders. Call Stark—red alert.”

“Copy that.”

Cam hit the beach running and saw a flurry of activity, dark shapes converging from multiple directions, a quarter of a mile up the strand.

Hearing muffled shouts, she closed the phone and shoved it into the pocket of her pants. As she drew closer, she saw three of Tanner’s agents pointing assault rifles at a figure kneeling in the sand, arms outstretched. A slender figure with short blond hair in a dark jacket and pants. Cam skidded to a stop a few feet away and holstered her weapon.

Valerie looked up at her. “Hello, Cameron.”

“Are you okay?”

“Perfectly, thank you.”

Cam motioned the others away. “I’ve got this. Thank you. You can return to your posts.”

Valerie rose and brushed sand from her pants.

“That was risky,” Cam said. “They might have shot you.”

“I knew your people would be better trained than that.”

“Pretty trusting.”

Valerie smiled softly. “I’ve always trusted you.”

Cam wondered how long the trust would last. “Come up to the house,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“I take it the newspaper item was fabricated?” Valerie asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the guards.

Cam grinned briefly, not surprised that Valerie had been suspicious of the cover story. Agents indoctrinated to clandestine work understood how often and to what extent the media was used to subvert the truth. Cam had hoped that Valerie would not take a chance on ignoring the report, even though she might not completely believe it. “Most of it was an embellishment.”

“Is Diane all right?”

“Yes, she’s completely fine.”

“But there was some kind of an incident.”

“Yes,” Cam said, unwilling to discuss any further details until she had a better sense of Valerie’s agenda.

As if understanding, Valerie didn’t pursue it further. “I expected the guards to call Stark when they intercepted me,” she said. “Are you running Blair’s detail again?”

Cam shook her head. “No, but this entire operation is an OHS matter, and that puts me in charge.”

“And you’re going to take on the Company?”

“If need be.”

“The Company’s been around a long time,” Valerie said. “Homeland Security is so fresh most people don’t even know what it is.”

“They’ll find out soon enough.”

“I guess we all will.” Valerie pushed her hands into the pocket of her jacket and hunched her shoulders against the wind. “God, this is going to be a mess until people sort out their turf.”

“Probably for a lot longer than that.” Cam realized Valerie was shivering. “How far did you walk?”

“Four or five miles—I wanted to be sure to flank your guards so they’d have a good look at me as I came up the beach. I didn’t want to come out of nowhere right on top of them and have them shooting at shadows.”

“You said you thought they were too well-trained for that.”

“Let’s just say I prefer the odds to be solidly stacked in my favor when I’m unarmed in hostile territory.”

“Sound procedure,” Cam agreed. She’d find out soon enough just how Valerie had penetrated far enough into the island to get around the guards. She sensed movement in the shadows off to her right and slid her hand over her weapon just as Felicia stepped out of the cover of the dunes. Beside her, Valerie tensed.

“All clear, Commander?” Felicia asked.

“Yes. You can let Savard and Stark know to stand down.”

“Yes ma’am.” Felicia relayed the orders by radio, then regarded Valerie as the trio climbed the path toward the compound. “Good to see you.”

“Thanks,” Valerie replied. “I feel the same.”

“You and Savard should take some down time while you can, Davis,” Cam said. “We’ll brief again at 0600.”

“Yes ma’am.” Felicia veered off the path toward the guesthouse. “Goodnight, Commander.”

Cam stopped midway between the guesthouse and the main house at a point outside the visual range of the perimeter guards stationed at the rear of the house. She faced Valerie, who looked thin and pale in the moonlight. “Blair is inside. So is Diane. I know Tanner’s men already frisked you, but I need to do it myself.”

“Of course.” Valerie unzipped her jacket, then held her arms out to her sides at shoulder level and spread her legs.

“Unbutton your blouse and unzip your jeans,” Cam said. “I’m sorry it’s cold out here.”

“Just get it done, Cameron.”

“I’ll be quick.”

Wordlessly, Valerie opened her clothing.

Cam swiftly checked for weapons, which she hadn’t expected to find, and then more carefully skimmed her fingers inside the cups of Valerie’s bra, over the bare skin of her abdomen and back, and underneath the top of her jeans in front and back looking for a microphone, which she hoped she wouldn’t find. She didn’t. “Thanks.”

Valerie redressed. “Can I see Diane?”

“Yes, but just for a minute. You and I need to talk.”

They resumed walking.

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“For the record,” Cam said, “I’m glad you finally got your ass here.”

Valerie sighed. “I’ve done things I regret, Cameron, but I would never willingly have betrayed you. I didn’t know how the intelligence I passed on was going to be used. I know it’s not an excuse—”

“I know how the game is played. I know you didn’t have any choice. We’re okay on that.”

Valerie briefly squeezed Cam’s hand. “I’m glad.”

“Let’s get inside so you can warm up.”

They climbed the stairs to the rear deck, and Cam nodded to Stark, who stood with her back against the kitchen door, an assault rifle held loosely in her arms. “All clear, Chief.”

“Do you need me inside, Commander?” Stark asked.

“Not at the moment. Standard shifts tonight should be fine. We’ll brief tomorrow.”

Stark glanced at Valerie and stepped away from the door. “Yes ma’am.”

Cam led Valerie inside. The kitchen was empty, as she knew it would be. Stark would have moved Diane and Blair to the center of the house as soon as she realized security had been breached. “Diane is probably in the living room with Blair. I’ll wait for you here, if you want to tell Blair where I am.”

“Thank you.” Valerie met Cam’s eyes. “I know you don’t have to do this, any of this. I’m sure you were told to just turn me over to whoever’s on top of the security heap at the moment.”

Cam smiled grimly. “That would be me.”

“I hope it stays that way.” Valerie’s tone was wistful. “Thank you, Cameron. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh God,” Diane whispered, rising slowly to her feet as Valerie stepped into the room.

Blair hesitated for a second, then rose and gave Diane a quick hug. “I’ll see you later.” She left Valerie and Diane alone in the dimly lit room.

Neither moved at first.

“Were you ever coming back?” Diane asked.

“I wanted to.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Valerie shivered. “I was afraid you’d get hurt.”

Diane lifted a log and laid it on the ones already burning. “Come over here by the fire. You’re cold.” When she felt Valerie beside her, she turned to touch her face. “Are you all right?”

“A little tired.” Valerie caught Diane’s hand and brushed her lips across the palm. “I missed you so much.”

“I don’t know what to do first,” Diane confessed. “I want to feed you. You look too thin. I want to hold you. Your hands are so cold. I want you to hold me. I feel…so empty.”

“First things first.” Valerie pulled Diane firmly into her arms.

Diane gave a small cry and slid both hands under the back of Valerie’s jacket, then buried her face in Valerie’s neck. “I don’t care what happens after this, but you are not disappearing again.”

Valerie caressed Diane’s hair, sifting the sleek blond strands through her fingers. “I’d promise you that, if I could.”

A tremulous smile countered the sadness in Diane’s eyes. “Blair says you and Cam are the best at what you do. So the two of you should be able to figure something out.”

“Cam’s waiting to talk to me.” Valerie couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Diane again, especially knowing that it could be hours before she could return. And hours was the best she could hope for. Agents whose loyalties were in question had been known to be sequestered for weeks. Sometimes months. She had to believe that Cam would not do that to her, and she wagered everything that mattered to her on that belief. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“She’s not going to take you away, is she?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why did you come? Was it because of the newspaper article? I didn’t know—”

“When I first read it,” Valerie said, instinctively pulling Diane closer, “I thought you were hurt and I nearly went crazy. I spent half a day frantically making calls and tapping into some old sources, but no one could find an accident or police report involving you. So I realized the article was phony, but I was still worried in case it was a half truth. I had to know you were okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” Diane said. “Cam didn’t tell me what she’d done, or I would have found a way to call you.”

Valerie smiled. “That’s why she didn’t tell you.”

Diane’s eyes darkened. “You’re not angry at her?”

“I figured she had probably planted the article. Either that, or someone else trying to flush me out had.” Valerie sighed and leaned in to Diane, more tired than she’d realized. “I was running out of options. It seemed like the time to come in. Besides, I missed you.”

“Cam said you would understand what she’d done and why, and even though I don’t approve of being used to trick you, I’m so very glad you’re here.” Diane brushed her fingers through Valerie’s hair. “And I’m not letting Cam or anyone else take you away from me again.”

“I need to go talk to her.”

“I’ll be upstairs. The last door on the right. Come to me.”

“Are you sure?”

Diane put her arms around Valerie’s shoulders and kissed her, a soft lingering kiss. “Never, ever more certain.”

“Scotch?” Cam closed the kitchen door after Valerie. “There’s a good bottle in the cupboard over there.”

“Now that I could use. Join me?”

Cam nodded. She watched Valerie take glasses down from the cupboard, add ice cubes, and pour the smoky liquor. She’d seen her do exactly the same thing dozens of times before, but more than just the circumstances had changed. Valerie looked different, too. It wasn’t simply that her clothes were far more casual than anything Cam had seen her wear even when she wasn’t working, or that her silky, platinum hair was far shorter than she had ever worn it. It would take more than jeans and a short haircut to hide Valerie’s cool elegance. She wasn’t just thinner, she was leaner and tauter, and she moved with a sense of suppressed anger and almost lethal purpose that Cam associated with caged animals. Valerie might not be caged, but she was being hunted.

“Just to be clear, I don’t intend to turn you over to anyone,” Cam said.

Valerie held out the Scotch. “You don’t know what I have to say, yet.”

“Who’s after you?”

“Several different parties.” Valerie sat down across the wide oak table from Cam and contemplated her Scotch. “The Company, for certain. My handler has been leaving messages at drop points for me to come in.”

“Henry?”

Valerie smiled bitterly. “Well, that’s what I’ve always called him.”

“You don’t trust him now?”

Valerie turned the heavy crystal glass slowly between her hands. Her fingers, much like the rest of her body, were long and thin, but not delicate. “It’s unusual for him to insist on a face-to-face. In fact, in all the years I’ve worked with him we’ve only met a handful of times. Now he’s making urgent requests for a rendezvous.”

“A trap?”

“That’s what it feels like,” Valerie said with a shrug. “But a trap set by whom? Matheson because he’s working with Henry? Or the Company, because they want me in for a debriefing? Because they think I tipped off Matheson.”

“They want you for some reason.”

“Yes, and if the Company’s involved, I know what will happen if I go in. Believe me, I don’t have any desire to disappear, even temporarily.”

Cam saw no reason to protest what they both knew was possible. Agents suspected of turning were forcibly detained, debriefed, and sometimes, expunged. “Henry could want you to come in for protection from Matheson.”

“I’d like to think that.” Valerie took a slow swallow of Scotch and shook her head. “But I’d be foolish to assume that just because we’ve had a professional association for twenty years that we’re friends. If he’s Matheson’s connection, I’m a liability now.”

“That’s why you’re better off here.” Cam finished her drink. “We had an incident in Boston the other night. An armed assailant penetrated our perimeter and got off a couple of shots before we contained him.”

“Who was the target?”

“We don’t know. Emory Constantine, a high profile and not so popular stem cell researcher, was with us. It might have been her. It might have Blair. It might even have been Diane.”

“Diane?” Valerie’s face became expressionless, as cool as carved marble. “What would be the point? If someone took her out, they’d have nothing to hold over my head.”

“No one? Family? Old lovers?”

An old sorrow seemed to claim Valerie for a split second, softening her features. “You of all people should know that other than you, there’s no one. Only Diane. You had someone guarding her?”

“Savard. We were lucky, there.” Cam grimaced. “It’s possible Matheson plans to clean house and take us all down.”

“Then we need to get to him first.”

“We might not be able to unless we force Henry to roll over. Do you have any idea how we can find him?”

Valerie shook her head. “I never once met him in an office. He could be stationed in California for all I know. God, Cameron, the man has run my life since I was a teenager and I don’t even know his full name.” She laughed harshly, her eyes bleak. “What kind of fool does that make me?”

“We both know that’s not what it’s about.” Cam extended her hand across the table and Valerie clasped her fingers fleetingly. “You’ve done a job most of us couldn’t do far longer than anyone should have to. That doesn’t make you a fool in my book, it makes you a hero.”

“Thank you,” Valerie whispered.

“I take it you’ve tried to locate him some other way than through a meet?”

“I was hoping to discover his identity and I’ve called in every marker I have. Or thought I had.” Valerie’s disillusionment shone through beneath the composed façade she wore so effortlessly. “I’ve tried every source I know, but in the last few weeks, those have mysteriously dried up. Contact numbers are no longer in service, bank accounts are suddenly closed, drop boxes have new locks.”

“You’re being cut off.”

Valerie nodded. “It could still just be to force me to make contact, or it could be the first step in removing me.”

“I don’t suppose you have a photograph?”

“No, and it’s not like the Company keeps a roster of employees that I could go through.”

Cam laughed. “Now, that would defeat the purpose of being a spy, wouldn’t it?”

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