Page 84 of The Saint

Camden drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Do you have keys to Hailey’s?”

“Not anymore. I have all my keys on one ring, and when they impounded my car—” She shrugged. “I haven’t seen it since then.”

“We need to get your car back,” he pointed out.

“We need to get my life back.” She wrapped her arms over her chest.

The downside would be losing Camden. Once everything was safe and normal again, he would move on. Knowing that andunderstandingthat were two different animals entirely. She would have a crater in her chest when he left.

The highway road noise thundered around them. She wondered if he was thinking about the same thing. This was his real life—swoop in, save the day, be on his way.

Amelia hadn’t thought about work or—“Oh crap.” Her stomach bottomed out. “What day is it?”

“Tuesday. What’s the matter?”

She tried to think back to her calendar, to the last update she’d had on Jonathan. She’d been playing pretend this entire time when real life should have been calling. She didn’t want to do everything alone. Honestly, she didn’t think she could go on without Camden’s help. “I need to ask you a favor that’s not easy to say no to.”

He glanced over then checked his mirrors again. “I’m pretty good at saying what I need to.”

“Jonathan’s funeral is tomorrow. Would you go with me?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I go with you?”

She didn’t want to bury her brother-in-law. Emotion clogged her throat. “People think I murdered him. Not to mention that I’ll be a crying, snotty mess.”

“Forget the fact that it’s my job to be with you. Of course I’ll go. And fuck what people think.”

The pictures Camden had taken at Amelia’s condo didn’t yield answers. He’d sent the shots to Parker and Shah. Neither had been able to identify the men. The vehicles had been rentals. The rental applications had been secured with cash and fake identification. The two men who had picked up the rental cars from Dulles International Airport had spent a fraction of their time on security footage. Their faces had been obscured, and they had left no record of how they’d arrived. They were good. Professionals of a caliber that made Camden’s skin crawl.

His phone chimed. Liam’s name was illuminated on the screen. Part of Camden missed being home with his teammates. Part of him was scared Liam would pull him off the job. After all, they weren’t being paid. He honestly wasn’t sure why Jared continued to allow the situation to go on except for some kind of commitment to a greater good.

He answered the call. “Hey, brother. What’s up?”

“How’s it rolling?”

“Same as always.”

Liam laughed to himself. “I don’t think anything about your gig is ordinary.”

“Yeah, well…” He couldn’t disagree. “You pulling me back to Abu Dhabi?”

“Hell no. Boss Man has some kind of ax to grind with the CIA, and it sounds like shit hasn’t wrapped up yet. Has it?”

“Nope. I couldn’t tell you who’s causing Amelia a problem. But it’s not going away.”

“Yeah. I spitballed with Shah and Amanda.”

“What’d you come up with?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” Liam let out a long breath. “What’s on the agenda?”

“The brother-in-law’s funeral tomorrow.” He bit his tongue.

No way would Camden discuss their meeting with Esme and the world Hailey and Jonathan had been associated with. Liam had spent too many years convincing him life wasn’t always a party. The last thing his team leader needed to worry about was Camden at a sex party on the clock.

“Playing it by ear after that, I suppose.”

“Maybe you should talk to Chelsea. Amelia might be a good candidate for witness protection.”

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