He chuckled. “That is pretty bad. Are you coming up with anything?”
“Not yet. We’re still just going through and listing everything.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where are you going?”
“I want to stop in to talk to Warner, keep him updated.”
She nodded. All of them were trying their best not to use electronic devices. All three of them never trusted the safety of that. The spy business had taught them that nothing electronic was ever really safe.
As if her phone had been privy to her thoughts, it vibrated on the table.
“Who is it?” Ian asked. “If it’s Sam?—”
“No.” She looked at her brother. “It’s Uncle Marv.”
“Marvin Bellows?”
She nodded.
“You need to take it,” El said.
“Why?” Usually, her brother didn’t want her to tell Marvin anything. It wasn’t that El didn’t trust him in particular. Marv was still with the CIA, and El would never trust anyone who was still working with the Company again.
“You might be able to get information from him. It isn’t like he’s the sharpest tool.”
That was true. He had risen through the ranks, stepping on other people. As much as she loved him like an uncle, he was also kind of an ass. Working for him had been fine for her, but she knew a lot of other people didn’t like him.
The phone stopped vibrating.
“Seriously, you need to call him back.” She kept staring at her brother, waiting for his reasoning. “He might call Mom and Dad.”
“Shit. Yeah.”
She picked up her phone and hit Marv’s contact number.
“Eden, it’s so good to hear from you. I was worried.”
“Why would you be worried?”
“I heard there was a shooting in Hawai’i.”
She blinked as she looked first at her brother, then at Ian.
“There are shootings here all the time, Marv.”
“Hold on a second.”
She heard him move, and it sounded like he was shutting a door. This was something he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“There are rumors.”
“What rumors?”
“First, a blond woman who works for Dillon was shot last night.”
“Well, I wasn’t shot.”
