“No.”
Team Alpha might know, but he had no idea, which helped with the questioning. He wasn’t lying to her, and, normally, he wouldn’t care about lying. But she was former CIA and a former lover. She would pick up on the lies.
“He never called me. I’ve been in Japan for the last week.”
“Mix wasn’t with you?” Graeme asked.
Mix was her usual partner. His real name was Ian Smith, the brother of Autumn Bradford, a Team Alpha member. This was going to be so damned messy.
“No. He picked up a job with Task Force Honolulu. I had already been approved for a job in Japan. Emily is working with him.”
“Who were you protecting in Japan?”
She blinked, then shook her head. “Talk to Dillon. If they say I can brief you, then I will. Otherwise, I signed an NDA. I can’t say anything without their approval.”
“This is a murder investigation,” Graeme said, irritation threading his Scottish brogue.
“I understand, and I will happily tell you where I was if you call Dillon to get approval. I need coffee first and a shower because I feel like I have traveling crud on me still.”
He knew she wasn’t lying, or he thought she wasn’t. But there was something she wasn’t telling them.
“Can you take a guess at why he had your number?” Kap asked.
She shook her head. “I’m not sure, unless he was trying to get a job with Dillon.”
Which would make sense. Dillon Security was one of the world’s top security agencies. There was still something there, something that she wasn’t telling them. And that pissed him off. This was a murder investigation, and she was fucking around.
“He had your unlisted number,” Kap said, unable to keep the anger from bubbling up.
She shrugged, but he noticed the tension in her shoulders. “I don’t know. He was CIA.”
“Former,” Kap said.
Her eyes widened. “He left the CIA?”
That was a genuine reaction, although Kap wasn’t sure. She had lived a lie most of her life, so it was second nature to her.
“You didn’t keep up with him?” Graeme asked.
She shook her head. “We had the same mentor, but we didn’t work much together. I was kept away from many known operatives because I was considered more of an asset. Andrew was…well, he was sloppy at best.” She sighed. “I did suspect him of being one of the people who might have outed me.”
“We’ll need proof you were off the island.”
She nodded. “You can talk to Dillon. I flew back with the client, so they will have to get his approval.”
“Your brother? Was he here?” Kap asked.
“No. He was on the job with me. Why he’s here with me still, I have no idea.”
Graeme chuckled. “Not fun living together?”
“We might be twins, but he’s still my little brother.”
“By five minutes, Eden,” her brother said as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed now, or at least he’d put on a shirt.
“We’ll be talking to Dillon,” Graeme said.
She nodded. “I’ll be waiting to hear from them. I’ll happily come into TFH when they give me permission.” Which meant that whoever she traveled with had Dillon sign an NDA, which wasn’t that unusual. Celebrities and the wealthy often preferred to keep many aspects of their lives out of the public eye.
