Page 209 of Secrets Beneath the Waves
“Yes, but I just told him we worked together.”
Which was true.
I stop pacing. My hands are shaking, so I curl them into fists, then stare at the mess I made—papers scattered across the floor like a crime scene. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t settle anything.
“I know this is hard,” Graham says. “I know you have questions about what happened to William.”
I raise my brow at his statement.
“I also know that you were planning to get married.”
I shake my head. “How would you know that? We didn’t talk to anyone about our relationship. I hadn’t even told my family.We’d planned to, eventually, but we needed to make sure our relationship wouldn’t affect our jobs.”
“I’m telling you because I feel like you deserve to know the truth.” He hesitates, then places the envelope he’s been holding on the coffee table between us. “It’s intel about William.”
“William. . . I don’t understand.”
“It’s from a reliable source.” Graham pauses. “A source who wants you to know that digging for answers is risking your life.”
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Risking my life?
No. I can’t believe I heard correctly. I’ve been following leads ever since William disappeared. I asked Lizzie to help me track down the truth, and I have no intention of stopping.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “What exactly are you saying?
Graham pauses. “The intel is sketchy, but there is information in these files about the identity of the men who shot you.”
“Are you telling me they were after William and me and not Polina?”
“It’s very possible. There are a lot of things about William you don’t know, Samantha. Inconsistencies about missions he went on. Questions about who he was really working for.”
I shake my head, then catch his gaze. “Why should I believe any of this?”
“Inside the intel I brought, there are two separate files on William that show discrepancies in his logs.”
I still don’t understand. “There are always things that are off the books.”
“One says that William was in Moscow in 2022. A surveillance photo places him in Casablanca at the same time.”
“That’s not possible.”
“No, it’s not.”
But it was also before I knew him, so I can’t defend him.
“You’re saying he could be a traitor?” I ask.
“I’m saying you’re walking through dangerous territory.”
I take a step away from him, not even trying to stop the anger in my voice. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Because there are also people who are questioning your loyalty.”
“That’s why Basile was watching me?”
