She took a healthy swallow, enjoying the way the whiskey burned as it slid down her throat. “I guess it couldn’t hurt. The Wednesday before we were supposed to meet up, I got a call about El. He had been working in Qatar.”
“For how long?”
“A couple of weeks, but he never arrived there. I didn’t know. I should have known.”
Not for the first time, she felt as if she had failed her brother. She had been so…infatuated with Kap that she had been slipping in her job of being her brother’s keeper.
“How could you have known?”
“We’re twins, Kap. We…okay, not all the time, but when we’re in trouble, we know. We just know.”
“Okay.”
He sounded like he was dealing with a nut job, and she was sure she sounded like one. Maybe she had lost her mind over the last few years. It made sense. Now that someone had taken a shot at her, she knew that all of her suspicions were right.
“Anyway, I found out on that Wednesday—he would have been in Qatar for ten days at that point—that he was missing. I called Sam, and she helped me track him. He never made it to Qatar and, worse, there was something wrong with his orders.”
“Wrong?”
She sighed. “Our supervisor never sent him to Qatar. Sam found out that he was in Saudi, so I illegally?—”
“What?”
She shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time I did that. Anyway, I slipped into the country and got him out. It took us a little bit to get back. First, he had been tortured. We found a medical facility to help in Saudi. Also, I had a gunshot wound and?—”
“What the fuck?!” Kap strode to her.
“I was shot getting him out of there. It wasn’t that bad.”
“Where?”
“What?”
“Where were you shot?”
“Shoulder.”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
“I would have, but you accused me of being a dirty liar and walked away from me, Kap. What the fuck was I supposed to do?”
He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
“We never figured out who sent him the message about Qatar.”
He just kept staring at her for a long second. “He doesn’t remember his abduction?”
She shook her head. “He had a concussion, along with a broken arm, a broken finger, and two broken ribs.” Eden took a quick sip of whiskey for courage. The memories always left her feeling bruised and battered. “We think that he was given some kind of drug because he remembered only stopping in to get a drink at the hotel bar in Qatar, then he woke up in a dark room. The men I took out had no identities at first, but Sam found out they were guns for hire.”
“And this has to do with what is happening now?”
She nodded. “Both the men murdered here were on our suspect list.”
“You still don’t know for sure?”
She shook her head. “I only trust Sam and El.”
“Not this Uncle Marv?”
