Attraction pulsed through her, but she pushed it away. He was only here because she'd reached out to Reed.
This was a mission.
"You cook?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.
He glanced over his shoulder. "SEALs are resourceful."
"I don't remember you cooking at the lake house."
A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "We were teenagers. We lived on chips and soda."
The simple exchange felt surreal after yesterday's terror.
He held a plate out to her.
Sabrina accepted the plate he offered, suddenly aware of her hunger.
"I spoke with your mother early this morning," Walker said as they ate. "Secure line. She's safe, staying with friends. I didn't tell her where we are."
Relief washed over Sabrina. "You did? What did she say?"
"She said she loved you. She said that I should take care of you and she was glad I was with you. But she doesn't know anything."
Sabrina processed this. "I don't think she does know anything."
Walker nodded. "Reed's sending equipment. We need to start putting the pieces together." Walker's expression turned serious. "I also had him send the complete file on your father's death. The real one, not the sanitized version."
Sabrina's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "What do you mean, 'the real one'?"
"Police investigations get classified for various reasons. Reed has access." Walker hesitated. "I thought you deserved to know the truth."
She set her fork down, appetite gone. "What truth, Walker?"
"Your father didn't just have a bullet in his back. He had three—execution style. And there was evidence of interrogation before his death."
The room seemed to tilt. "Interrogation? They tortured him?"
Walker nodded grimly. "I'm sorry."
Anger filled her. "All this time they told me it was a robbery gone wrong. I knew there was something more." She slammed a fist onto the table.
"Someone wanted information from him," Walker said quietly. "The question is, what information?"
Sabrina pushed away from the table, moving to the window.
Outside, the forest seemed too peaceful, too removed from the ugliness they were discussing. "I need to know everything, Walker. No matter how bad."
He joined her at the window, maintaining distance between them. "We'll find the truth. But I need you to be prepared—we might discover things about your father you never knew."
She met his gaze. "He was my father. Nothing will change that."
Walker nodded. "Then we start with his company. The rugs."
"What about them?"
"Import-export businesses are perfect covers for intelligence operations. Items coming in and out of the country, legitimate reason for international contacts."
Sabrina shook her head. "You think my father was a spy?"
