“I met with Agent Stevens, and she told me a man had broken into the safe house. She said this man is in federal custody. She explained that in the heat of everything that went on, you punched Agent Myers.”
He stares at me. Of course, she left out the part about what Myers did.
“Is that accurate? Did you punch a federal agent by accident?”
On accident? I guess that was Stevens trying to soften how bad it sounded? Reed is many things, but he’s not stupid. There is no point in lying to him.
“No, it was on purpose. Myers tipped off that man as towhere we were. That man was in Savvy’s bedroom, leaning over her, when I stopped him. Myers wanted to catch him in the act, and he didn’t care who was hurt.”
“I know what it’s like to want to punch a fed. Just be smarter next time.”
I suppress a smile. Reed gets it.
Reed leans back in his chair. “Savvy is Savannah Williams, the woman you were tasked with protecting, correct?”
“Yes, she goes by Savvy.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Did you cross a line with her?”
I stand up. “No! She’s my sister’s best friend. I wouldn’t.” I sit back down before I say more. It’s a lie. Because, as I said it, all I want is to be with Savvy.
Reed holds up his hand. “Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was like a sister to you.”
Damn. I hate lying to him, but now is not the time to correct him.
“All right, so Agent Myers entrapped this man in order to take him into custody?”
“Something like that.”
“The man may not be in custody for long.”
“That was pointed out to him. He was fine with it because he’s after the guy’s boss. Not a care for Savvy.”
“Do you feel you need to continue protecting Ms. Williams?”
I shake my head. “Myers scared Bennett pretty good. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t leave the country the first chance he gets. Only if he sticks around, then I’ll need to protect her again.”
Reed nods. “Okay then. You punched Agent Myers by accident. Make sure that’s what is in your report. I’ll be talking to Durango about this later when he gets in.”
“Thank you.” I’m happy he’s not putting me on some kind of suspension or leave.
“And thank you for telling me about that podcast guy. It looks like he’s trying to interview each one of you,” Reed says.
“He seems to know where we all live. I guess he searched the public records for our names.” That’s something that has bothered me all day.
When we are on assignments, we go by our call names, so we haven’t had to worry about someone tracking us down before.
Reed sighs. “Unfortunately, I can’t stop him from looking up property records. Hopefully, he will realize he doesn’t have anything to go on and will find a new story.”
Yeah, I hope so, too.
“That’s all I have for now.”
He turns to his computer, essentially dismissing me.
I stand to leave.
“You can head home after I have your report,” Reed says. “Try to clear your head.”
