Page 61 of The Saint

“You don’t think I should what?”

“Be at your condominium alone.”

Someone was searching for her. Her stomach churned, and Amelia inched closer to Camden as they ambled down the street. “Were those people CIA?”

He shook his head. “If the CIA wanted to speak to you, Beth would set it up. They wouldn’t pull a stunt like that to smoke you out of a building.”

Amelia stopped cold. “So they were the people who took Hailey?”

“Maybe.”

She turned. He caught her arm, reading her mind: she wanted to find them.

“What’s your plan?” he asked.

“I don’t have one, but—”

“Where’s your backup?”

She hadn’t thought about that either. “You.”

The corners of his lips rose. “I’m supposed to be the impulsive one, sweetheart.”

Amelia tugged her arm. The possibility of finding Hailey trumped his reasoning. Camden didn’t let her go.

“Well, then come up with a plan,” she said.

“They’re coming to you. Have any guesses as to why?”

Her first thought had been fear. Her second thought had been to find Hailey. Both were knee-jerk reactions. The why hadn’t crossed her mind once. “No.”

“You have to have that answer before you go to them.” They paused on a corner. Camden searched the intersection as though danger lurked between the parked cars and houses. They crossed the street. “My guess is that you’re a witness that needs to be eliminated.”

Amelia chewed the inside of her cheek. “I would have said something if I knew anything.”

They walked for a long moment, each lost in thought. Finally, he agreed. “You’re right. You’ve been a sitting duck for weeks.”

“We should go back and find them.”

He shook his head and eyed a car that was slowly creeping down the road. “No, but we do need to get back to a busier street.” Camden reached into his pocket and pressed his phone to his ear. “Yeah?” He stopped short and checked his watch. “Sounds good. We’ll be waiting.”

Her eyebrows arched as he ended the call. “Waiting for who?”

“Colby Winters and a new safe house. We can’t go back to where we were.” He led them up a driveway as the car with tinted windows crept closer. “Duck down.”

They hid between the front of a car and a trash can. She shivered. “Are they looking for you also?”

“My gut says no, which means they’re working with an intel deficit.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ve been with you since I broke you out of prison.” He winked like this was just another day on the job and none of this—the fire alarm and creeping cars—was a big deal. “I’m easy to see if they knew who to look for.” He thought for a moment. “They did have a spot-on guess that you were inside the restaurant.”

“Yeah, how’d they do that?”

He rolled his lips together. “You don’t have a phone, right?”

She shook her head. “Not since it was confiscated.”

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