No, he probably wouldn’t.
“There’s also another explanation.” Liam continued in a different direction. “She could be working the whole double-agent angle.”
Talia as a traitor? The thought alone left Jagger’s gut churning.
Was it possible he’d let his physical attraction for Talia cloud his stellar judgement? His God-given knack for reading someone’s true character had almost always been spot-on.
If he’d somehow missed the signs that the team’s mouthwatering Homeland handler was in bed with a guy like Sanchez, that meant they’d all just been royally played.
But to what end?
“Send me that footage, as well as the data on Keith Sinclair.” Jagger rounded his friend and headed for the conference room door. “And get me everything you can find on Foster.”
“Foster?” Liam hurried to catch up with him. “Wait, you want me to dig into the background of a Homeland Security agent who also happens to be our team’s official government handler?”
“I want to know if our team’s handler is someone we can trust.”
“Well, gee, when you put it that way…” The other man’s voice trailed off from behind.
“Tell Hunt I’m taking the rest of the day off. And do me a favor and make sure the jet’s fueled and ready to fly.”
“Fly?” Liam followed Jagger through the office’s otherwise-empty lobby. “Where the hell are you going?”
Jagger approached the door with a pause in his step and a low, determined grin. “With any luck, I’m going to personally escort Agent Foster back to D.C.” Which reminded him, “I need one more favor.”
Liam huffed out a breath, throwing his hands out to the sides. “Oh, sure. I mean, at this point, you may as well just add it to the list.”
Good to see we’re on the same page.
“Is there any way you could access the airport’s digital flight display? Nothing that would actually mess up any actual air traffic or cause any sort of massive hysteria. Maybe a simple, untraceable glitch causing the system to alert passengers of a minor hiccup with one of the scheduled flights. Temporarily, of course.”
Liam studied him closely, as if he were trying to read Jagger’s mind. “You want me to make it look like Talia’s flight is running late or something?”
Well, damn.
Maybe the guy really could read minds.
“Can you do it?” Jagger asked, referring to the innocent-ish glitch he’d requested.
Liam both looked and sounded slightly offended by the question. “Of course, I can do it. I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s a felony, but yeah. I can do it.”
Wouldn’t be the first time the man had broken the law for a good cause.
“Thanks. Oh, and, uh…” Jagger reached for the knob and opened the team’s main office door. “Probably best to keep the felonious part of this little plan between the two of us.”
“Don’t worry, brother.” His teammate’s smile brought with it a sense of mischief. “Plausible deniability’s my middle name.”
8
“Cancelled?”Natalia’s jaw fell open with disbelief as she stared up at the airport’s flight information display board.
Flying commercial had been a purposeful choice to help keep Natalia’s role as a Homeland agent concealed. But now…
This wasn’t happening. Not today. There must be some sort of computer glitch or human error causing the inaccuracy. Her flight home to D.C. hadnotbeen cancelled. It simply wasn’t possible.
Not. Freaking. Today.
She had meetings to get to. Important ones. Ten to be exact. Of course, what she called meetings some may refer to as interrogations. But what was it Jagger said last night?
