Page 107 of The Saint

“I’ve told Beth everything I know.”

“That’s first-class bullshit.”

Esme returned behind her desk. “I understand your girlfriend is gone.”

Girlfriendcaught him off guard. “You know where she is?”

“If I did, wouldn’t that be something I would have shared?” She steepled her fingers together. “Let me ask you a question.” She gestured for him to take a seat, though he ignored her. “Camden, if you want to talk shop, sit down or leave. There’s no situation where you will lord over me like that.”

His nostrils flared, but he sat down. “What?”

“Tell me how you met.”

“No.”

“Titan was helping the CIA cover their ass, wasn’t it?” Her long fingernails tipped together under her chin as she hummed. “The night when everything went down, Hailey didn’t call you. She didn’t talk to you, did she? Only Amelia?”

His molars ground together.

“What did she tell you that night?”

“Why?”

Esme shrugged. “Maybe if I knew more, I could help.”

“She didn’t tell me anything.”

Her steepled fingers tapped together before she dropped them into her lap. “I guess I can’t help.”

His phone rang.

“Feel free to answer,” Esme said.

He held the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

Beth wasn’t who he expected to be on the other line. “What do you want?”

“We have a problem.”

“We’ve had a lot of those lately.”

“There’s an issue with Esme.”

“You don’t say.” He held the phone against his ear and hoped the volume was low enough that Beth’s words didn’t travel. “I can’t find that right now. Give me ten, and I’ll look.”

“Damn it, Camden,” Beth snapped. “Are you with her?”

“Sure, yeah. I said I can look.”

“Call me when you leave.”

He hung up. Camden shoved his phone into his pocket. He didn’t like that Beth had his phone number. Every time the CIA crossed paths with him, shit went down.

“Are you going now?” Esme arched an eyebrow. “Or would you like to continue this unproductive back-and-forth?”

“If you know where Amelia is and don’t tell me, I’m going to find out and make your life miserable.”

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