“Clean, as far as we can tell.”
“So, someone else is working with Dakota,” I shake my head. “Who else knew about the sheriff’s protective detail?”
“Besides my partner and me? My boss and the U.S. Marshals,” she shrugs.
“Who’s your partner?”
“Guy by the name of Layne Kendall.”
No initials of R.M. Fuck.“How long have you known him?”
“Not long. Less than six months. He joined the team right around the time Dakota popped up on our radar.”
“What happened to your last partner?”
Camellia stares at the floor. “We had a few - differences.”
“Hmm. How about your boss?”
“Roman Fairclough. He’s aboveboard. A little unconventional, but he’s a good guy. He is also the one who alerted me to the problem,” Camellia sets the mug on the coffee table and stretches.
“That leaves the Marshals.”
Camellia grins at me. “I have an in there. I can tell you. It’s not them.”
“Who’s your inside man?”
Camellia gives me a devilish smile, then heads into the kitchen. “Try insidewoman.It’s Cat.”
“Your twin?”
“Yep.”
I run my hands over my face and feel the stubble scratch my palms.
She rinses out her mug and places it in the dishwasher. “Listen. Celia and Flint have Tatiana Martel on it. She’s scouring through every last bit of digital -whatever- to figure out who’s doing this.”
“Tatiana is the best at what she does,” I agree.
Camellia tilts her head at me. “How do you know about it?”
I mimic her stance. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
She laughs. A full-belly laugh I’ve missed. “Touché, my friend.”
“Is that what we are? Friends?”
She considers her answer a beat. “How about friends - plus?”
“Plus what?”
“Don’t know yet. But won’t it be fun to find out?”
Camellia sashays past me into the bedroom. I turn to follow her, but she slams the door in my face. Again.
It’s going to be a long day.
