Eden: No.
Sam: Did you kill him?
Eden: Why would you ask me that in a text?
Sam: That’s not a no.
Then her phone rang.
“Listen, I have to take a shower and get to work.”
“I thought you were off for a week.”
“Yeah, that’s all fucked up. Green was murdered last night, or, well, the body was found last night. Not sure when he was killed.”
“And you have to go in for what reason?”
“He had my Dillon phone number.”
“Ah, well, if he had one of mine—which we know no one is as good as me, but there are a few that get close—he would be able to find that out easily.”
“TFH was here. They sent Kap.”
Silence. Silence from Sam was always dangerous. She had a genius-level IQ, and she definitely plotted things Eden never wanted to think about. That’s why she asked Eden if either she or her brother had killed Green.
“It isn’t his team’s job. They only investigate under a few circumstances. So, TFH is playing head games, sending him over with the big Scottish dude.”
“I agree, so make sure you’re only talking and texting on this number. They’re probably going to confiscate your other phones,” Sam said.
Yes, she had a lot of phones, but once you’ve been a CIA agent and you were raised by them, it was second nature to be that secretive.”
“El thinks we need to look at Hawai’i and why two operatives were here,” Eden said.
“And why they were on the list?”
She sighed. “See if you can find out Green’s movements before he ended up here. He should be easy to track. That dude sucked at being an agent.”
Sam would know. She was never an agent, just an analyst with an intelligence pedigree that even Eden found overwhelming. When you have family in both the CIA and MI-6, you are considered somewhat untouchable. Well, until you weren’t.
Which is why Sam had been in hiding for over two years. When El had disappeared, Sam was the person Eden had gone to. Eden had known that Sam could find anyone. What she hadn’t expected was that Sam would be targeted.
“He did. I didn’t know he had left The Company.”
The clicking of keys reached her over the phone, and she knew that Sam was searching. Yes, she could still hack into the CIA, which is why she probably scared the fuck out of them.
“Yeah. He retired two months ago. Or, well, quit. The rumor was that he had a job with a big security company.”
She wasn’t about to ask her friend how she’d found that out. The truth was that she had probably hacked into texts between coworkers.
“That’s the theory I gave them. I thought maybe he was looking for a job.”
“So, you didn’t tell them that you’re hunting for a possible serial killer?”
“No. That would make both El and me suspects for all of the murders.”
“You probably have alibis for at least some of them.”
“What are the chances that El and I would have alibis for each one, or it would look like we’re hunting people and killing them?”
