She wasn’t shot, only shot at. If she could keep as close to the truth as possible, she would convince Marv. And why was she doing that? One reason was her parents. As bad as the situation was, adding them to the mix was a bad thing. They would not just ruffle feathers. They would pluck those feathers brutally.
Marv sighed, relief filling his voice. Unlike her brother, she trusted their old family friend—to a point. He was still a company man, and she knew that if anything went sideways, Marv would side with the CIA. It was his life. He had no kids, no wife, nothing outside of his career.
“That’s good to hear. My next call was going to be to your parents, although I didn’t want to do that.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t warn them. Was there something else?”
“What?’
“You said there were a couple of reasons why you called. Was there something else?”
“Oh, yeah. Listen, I’m glad that you and El landed on your feet with Dillon.”
“Thanks. We like working for Conner. He’s been a great boss.”
She put a little more emphasis on the word boss for a reason. There was no reason on Earth that Conner would leave them behind. Warner was a former SEAL, so she knew the two of them would never abandon their agents. Marv had done just that. It was CIA protocol to deny everything. They knew that going in, but she had never thought he would do that to them. Naive? Yes, but he had always been a part of the family.
“I just want to talk to you about your partner.”
“Ian?”
Ian’s eyes narrowed as he studied her. She was thankful she had decided not to put the phone on speaker. The former MI-6 agent was usually very chill, but the anger she saw in his gaze told her that he would have probably lost it if he had heard this discussion first-hand.
“Yeah, I’ve been checking him out.”
That had her blinking.
“Why would you worry about him?”
“You know, I think of you and El as part of my family.”
“I understand, but Dillon hires only the best.”
There was a pause. “That’s what I understood Green was there doing.”
“Oh, was he? TFH stopped by to ask me about him, but they didn’t say what he was doing on the island.”
“Everyone I talked to told me that he was there for an interview.”
“If he had one, I have no idea,” she said, lying easily. “But then, El and I were off the island for a job.”
“Oh, okay. Well, now that I know you’re okay, I need to get back to work.”
“Thanks for checking in.”
She hung up. “That was hella weird.”
“What?” El asked.
“It was like he was fishing for information. What do we know about David Scott?”
“Who is that?” Ian asked. “And don’t think you’re getting off that easily. I will want to know what he said about me.”
“David Scott is Marv’s supervisor.”
“And to answer your question, I don’t know much about him,” El said. “The dude is paranoid.”
“He was up on your board as one of your suspects,” Ian said. “Do you think he’s using Marv to get information?”
