Del nodded.
“There’s never a simple killing when it comes to an operative,” Kap said. “Are they taking over?”
“No. That’s the bizarre part. You’ve dealt more with them when you were with NCIS than I have, so can you ever remember a time when they didn’t try to take over?”
“They always want to take over, even when it’s clear that the death of an agent—either active or retired—has nothing to do with their work at the CIA. They use the excuse of national security.”
Del leaned back in his chair and studied them all. “I don’t like this shit. It feels like there’s something nasty festering, and the fucking CIA dragged it to Hawai’i.”
“You two couldn’t get anything from Eden or her brother?” Adam asked.
“No,” Graeme said. “In fact, Kap and his pretty mug seemed to irritate her.”
Yes, let’s talk about my ex and how much I irritate her.
“Do you think Kap should stand down?” Adam asked.
“No. He knocks her off kilter. We know she probably was telling the truth about when she returned to the island, but I think she knows more. Kap agrees with me on that.”
“Dig into this Green. I want to know everywhere he was stationed.”
“The CIA is helping us with that one?” Kap asked, not able to keep the skepticism out of his voice.
“No. But I know that Charity has been digging into his background. We might also want to try to call in that friend of Jin’s,” he said to Adam. Jin was Adam’s fiancée. “See if she can get hold of Sam.”
He nodded. “Graeme, you and Kap head down to see what you can find out.”
Ordered away from the office, Eden made her way to the set of Task Force Honolulu. Emily had made it to the set, just to be called back to help work on how Green had found out Eden’s number.
She stepped on set, flashed her ID, and found Ian right away.
The man could be a model. He fit in this world, with its lights and cameras, thanks to his classic good looks, dark hair, and blue eyes; he could definitely play the role that Jakob Wulf played.
She caught his eye as she made her way over to him and the actor in question. Wulf was one of the three Wulf siblings who owned and operated Wulf Industries. Although he seemed to spend more time acting than with the company.
“Eden Carlyle,” he said, rising from his director’s chair. He leaned forward, giving her a kiss on her cheek. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Thanks,” she said. She and Ian had worked protection for Jakob’s fiancée last year when she’d had a stalker. “It’s good to see you, too. How’s Lani?”
“Brilliant.”
He didn’t hide his accent when he was off camera. He was playing a good old American, but he was as British as her partner.
There was a call, and Jakob sighed. “Back to work. Make sure to get some of the snacks, Eden.”
Then he headed back to what looked like a scene they were filming in front of one of the hotels.
Ian stepped closer. “You look like shite.”
“Fuck off,” she said with no heat. He was another brother she didn’t need, but she appreciated his concern. “I got no sleep, then had the damned TFH at my door this morning.”
“Yeah. I heard from my nemesis.”
“Oh, you talked to Sam?”
She hadn’t told him that the woman he knew as Sam was probably her best friend outside of her brother. She didn’t like divulging secrets to anyone, even people she trusted. Either way, everyone knew he had a rivalry going on with the former CIA analyst. Not just at Dillon. Apparently, most of TFH was aware of it as well.
“No. I meant Emily.”
