“Georgie,” I murmured.
“I was a wreck. I had nothing but anger and grief. Then, Nash and the others helped me kill Snyder, the club owner. So, you aren’t alone. What is normal anyway? Everyone has something going on in their lives. I am sorry about your parents.”
“Thanks. I never knew who killed them…but I do now. That’s what happened the other night. And now, this killer is targeting me, and Bastian and I are working to stop him.”
Georgie gasped, her cheeks turning pale. “The killer is targeting you?”
“Yes, but it’s lucky that I’m very hard to kill.”
The other woman shook her head. “You’ll fit right in around here.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh, I have to get back. We have the opening of the Isis and Osiris show tomorrow, so it’s all hands on deck.”
“I saw the dress rehearsal.” Well, some of it.
“It’s going to be amazing. Look, let’s get together for coffee. No, a cocktail. Girls only.”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
Georgie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me.
I froze, and stood there like an idiot. I’d only ever been hugged by Bastian.
Georgie didn’t seem to mind. She stepped back with a smile. “See you later.” Then she was gone with a wave.
Wow. I might have just made a friend.
My computer pinged. I moved back to the island, and saw a message from one of my informants. I scanned it.
“Dammit.” My shoulders slumped. Nothing.
After refilling my coffee mug, I sat back down and opened another of Ed’s files. The hours ticked away and I had a headache threatening. I much preferred action to sitting and reading boring files.
I opened the next file. It was an old CIA report. Lots of it was redacted. I started scanning.
A new intake of recruits. Ed had made notes on some of the most promising. There were training logs.
I scrolled and saw a picture of a group of young agents. It looked to be circa the early 2000s. Ed looked so much younger in the picture.
Seeing him had mixed emotions washing through me.
Then I stilled. There was a guy at the edge of the photo, his head turned away from the camera.
My heart kicked.
Was it him?
I pulled up the other image of Red and put them side-by-side. It was hard to tell because he was in profile. The men had a similar jawline, but the hair was different.
The front door opened and Bastian strode in. My belly clenched. God, it should be illegal for a man to look so good in a suit.
His gaze locked on me and he smiled that sexy smile of his. My heart did a crazy little squeeze.
“Hello.” He cupped the back of my head and kissed me until I felt dizzy. “How are you, my darling?”
“Well, I sorted through so many files it’s lucky that I can still see.” I pointed to the screen. “I may have found a match. This photo is of Ed with a bunch of young, green agents circa 2000.”
Bastian frowned, staring at the screen. “It could be him. You think he was a CIA agent?”
“I don’t have anything concrete yet.” I blew out a breath. “I think I’m going to start hallucinating soon.”
