“Do you have a search warrant?”
“Not yet.”
He sighed. “We have to wait on that, and we will not fight it. It’s just we have to make sure our clients know we didn’t hand it over without one. They wouldn’t trust us.”
He got that, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Every hour that passed had his anxiety rising. Kap didn’t understand why it was affecting him this way, but for some reason, he was worried more than usual about wrapping up the case.
“Have you noticed any issues in the last few weeks with Eden or El?” Kap asked.
Luc shook his head. “They only ended up working together because Mix was already booked to work security for Task Force Honolulu. Devon wanted a man and a woman who could work for ten days in Japan. Both she and her brother are fluent in Japanese, which made them a good fit. Also, Eden knows the Strykers.”
Yeah, that made sense. There were rumors that Stryker had been trained by the CIA, and his wife was a former MI-6 agent. Kap understood that they would feel more comfortable with two former spies.
“Do you have any other questions?”
Graeme shook his head, but Kap could feel the frustration dripping from his partner’s reaction. They didn’t need to be dragged all the way over here just for affidavits. Those could have been sent over, which made Kap think there was more to this trip than they thought. Warner wasn’t the type of man who would do a power play to show that he controlled the narrative.
“Conner wanted me to assure you that the moment you get a warrant, that phone will be yours.”
“We appreciate it.”
After they walked out of the building into the parking garage, he felt like he was missing something.”
“That was fucking weird,” Graeme said.
“Yeah. Why did we get called over?”
“It could be a situation where Conner wanted to play nice. He is always very worried about the company’s image.”
“Yeah, maybe. It just seemed like there was more to it.”
Graeme stopped beside his SUV. “Do you think they were trying to read us again?”
Kap drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “Yeah. Which means, they don’t know everything.”
They both climbed into the vehicle. “So, your woman hasn’t told them everything.”
“She’s not my woman,” he said with a little too much force.
The twitch of the Scot’s lips told Kap he had been screwing with him.
“You keep telling yourself that.”
He decided to ignore that. “So, we think they might have been trying to figure out what we knew? I fucking hate mind games.”
“Agreed, but” he said as he pulled out of the parking space, “at least we know they are worried about Eden and El.”
“They think they’re lying to them?”
He shrugged. “Or they just might be worried about them. Ex-CIA operative shows up dead. Makes me think they already know more, or suspect more, but they want us to figure it out without their help.”
Fucking mind games.
A long shooting day had left both Ian and Eden frustrated. They had one incident with an overzealous observer, who wouldn’t stop shouting their unhappiness with the scene. After that, the entire day seemed to drone on.
So, after that, she suggested picking something up and going over to her house to eat. It wasn’t the first time they had done that. They tended to do it a lot when they finished a job. Most of their jobs involved around-the-clock security. Since this one had an end time every day, it made it easier.
He offered to grab dinner from L&L Drive-Inn, which was right down the street from her house. She’d tried to text her brother, but El wasn’t picking up. It could mean one of many things, most of them not good. The one good thing would be that he was sleeping the day away, but she knew better. With Green’s death, their investigation was getting bigger.
