“Oh, goodie. Do I get to go?”
Junie nodded. “So go mess with Mix, but please, don’t be rude to the actors. They have a lot of pull with the studio, and Conner wants to make sure that we have a good working relationship.”
“Hey, as long as I can mess with Mix, I’m good. See ya.”
Then she abandoned Eden.
“Go on,” Junie said, motioning with her hand.
Squaring her shoulders, Eden walked over to the door, gave it a knock, then opened it.
“Come in, Eden,” Conner said.
Their boss—the owner of the whole damned company—was in his mid-forties and still in fantastic shape. He was former FBI who broke out and started his own company and became a wealthy man in the process. He had definite zaddie vibes, with a bit of grey at his temples and laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.
Warner was…not as happy with life. Granted, he was an excellent boss. He liked order in the office, and he never questioned whether a woman could do the same job as a man. Almost six five, he probably wasn’t as big as when he’d served. There were rumors that he had been a member of SEAL Team Six, but, of course, no one knew for sure.
He had blond hair—still in a buzz cut—dark eyes, and preferred to wear polo shirts and jeans to work.
“Sorry you had to come in on your week off,” Conner said. Warner said nothing. “We could have done this over the phone.”
“No. We need to have someone look at the phone. I want to know how someone found out my number,” she said.
“All of us want that. Have a seat. Let’s talk about this Green.”
She did as he requested and fought the need to rub her hands down her pant legs because they were so damned wet.
“What do you want to know about him?”
“What kind of agent was he?” Warner asked.
“He sucked. No. Wait. He was decent enough, but he was sloppy.” She shrugged one shoulder. “You know that can be the difference between life and death when you work for The Company. He liked to brag.”
Conner nodded. “He couldn’t do something like find an unlisted number.”
She shook her head. “He was…well, he did a little undercover work, but mostly he worked for my mentor.”
She didn’t say Marv’s name because Conner knew who she was talking about.
“Do you know why he was here?”
She shook her head, and it was the truth. Had he been there to kill her, help her, or ask her to help him get a job?
“I talked to someone I used to work with, and she said the rumor was he had a job lined up. Or maybe planned to have one. Not sure, but apparently, he thought that there was more money in the private sector.”
“And he would be correct.” When he said nothing else, she fought the urge to fill in the silence. Having been raised by two spies, she knew better than to jump in. “Are you and El working another angle?”
“No. We have no dog in the hunt, as my grandfather would say. The two of us were outed, so the truth is we just try to avoid people who might want us dead.”
That was true enough that she didn’t even flinch when she said it.
His phone buzzed on the desk. He looked down. “TFH is already here.”
Her heart jumped into her throat.
“What?”
She drew in a deep breath. “TFH is using my ex in the investigation. It irritates me.”
