It was one of the things he hated the most about The Company. They put national security over everything, even the death of one of their former agents.
“Some fibers, carpet that is installed in millions of cars. It will help you nail any suspects you find, but it will not help you find them. Another thing, who said he was former CIA?”
Graeme and he shared a glance, then both looked back at Charity.
“What makes you think he wasn’t?” Graeme asked.
“His pay. He was still getting paid by them, full pay.”
“Everyone thought he left the CIA,” Kap said. “Even Eden.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow, how was that? I forgot to ask. Pregnancy brain.”
“It was fine.”
She opened her mouth, probably to ask another intrusive question—as most of TFH did all the time—but Graeme interrupted her.
“So, we have a dude people say quit the CIA, but he didn’t. He was here looking for your ex, who still has a target on her back.”
“Wait, what?”
“You have to know whoever took her brother was never caught. Everything was very hush-hush, and I couldn’t get all the information. TJ’s trying, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. The little bit I found indicated that both she and her brother were convinced someone from the CIA sold them out.”
She let the ramifications settle over them.
“You think Green was sent here to kill her?” Graeme asked.
She shrugged. “It’s a theory I have. Also, I find it odd that they haven’t sent anyone in to take over the case. Most of the time, the CIA would do that for an agent.”
“But everyone is saying he retired,” Graeme said.
“Plausible deniability,” Kap murmured.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“You think the CIA sent someone here to kill her?”
“Kill or threaten. I mean, it makes sense that Green would be able to get her unlisted Dillon Security number,” Charity said.
Graeme’s phone went off. He pulled it out and read the text.
“Dillon is ready to talk. Let’s go on over and see what they have to say.”
“Thanks, Charity,” Kap said.
“I’ll call if I find anything else, but the lack of evidence points to one organization we would all like to avoid.”
The Company. Kap knew she wasn’t wrong, but he’d learned a long time ago that avoiding the truth wasn’t always the best plan of attack.
It took them less than twenty minutes to arrive at Dillon Security. A cute brunette with a blinding smile showed them into Luc Warner’s office. Conner Dillon was nowhere to be found.
He knew the former SEAL ran the show for the most part. Dillon was semi-retired, living on the other side of the island with his romance author wife.
“Sorry, Conner couldn’t come in. He had a previous engagement he couldn’t get out of. Please have a seat.”
Both he and Graeme sat in the chairs in front of Warner’s desk. He pulled out a few papers. “Here is an affidavit from Devon Stryker and his wife saying that Eden and El were with them when this was going on. They have included their contact information, because they both understood that they would need to talk to you personally.”
“And the phone?” Graeme asked.
