“Okay, you’re probably right.” There was a long beat of silence, and Eden knew what was coming. “So, how is Mix doing? Is he still being a prig?”
She chuckled. Yes, she shouldn’t be amused by it, but the rivalry between her partner Ian Smith (aka Mix) and Sam was funny. It went back to both their days working for intelligence agencies. Sam never let him forget that she had the upper hand.
“He is not a prig with anyone but you.”
Sam snorted. “Are you going to work with him on that show?”
Ian was working on Task Force Honolulu. Apparently, they were having issues with security, and the star of the show, Jakob Wulf, was a billionaire who could afford protection until the network got their asses in gear.
“Probably not until next week, if he’s still working with them.”
There was clicking on the keys again.
“You’re texting him right now, aren’t you?”
“Of course. He needs to be taken down a peg.”
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t think he was a good agent. When Eden had started working at Dillon, Sam researched the former MI-6 agent. Sam had said he was a good guy, even though Eden thought she might not be telling her everything. There seemed to be something about when he left MI-6, but as usual, Sam was keeping it close to her chest. The woman had a vault of secrets. Eden was probably her best friend, but there was still so much she didn’t know about her friend.
She did know her real name.
“Delilah Eddington Underwood.”
“Do not three name me with my real name. Especially with that Texas twang and using that horrible full first name. I don’t need anyone to hear my real name.”
Eden rolled her eyes.
“El is the only person here, and you know you can trust him. “
She made a noise. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that you might be under surveillance.”
“TFH hasn’t had time for a search warrant.”
Sam sighed. “No. I don’t like the fact that things seemed to be converging on Hawai’i.”
That gave Eden pause. “You think it has to do with El and me?”
“Yes. Or at least that’s a possibility. How do we know that O’Malley and Green didn’t have something to do with these murders?”
Eden was sure El was thinking the same thing. Edwin O’Malley, another former agent, had been murdered three months earlier. They were pretty sure he had been operating as a double agent until he left the CIA. Then he turned up dead in Hawai’i.
They were running out of suspects.
“We don’t know. Hell, maybe we have it all wrong.”
“We don’t. The pattern is there.”
She sighed. She knew her friend was right. “It would be much better if it were just a bunch of unconnected murders.”
“No. Then we wouldn’t be able to figure out who took El, then outed you. Also, wouldn’t you rather have one person involved in the murders and all that shit, than it being a bunch of people running around offing ex-CIA agents?”
“Okay, you have a point.”
“Of course I do.”
Eden snorted. “Please, don’t overwhelm me with your modesty.”
“My grandmother told me it was a waste of time to be modest when I was made to stand out.”
