“He’s so sexy when he does his FBI thing.”
“Have you two found anything out about his movements these last few months?” Ian asked.
“No,” Charity said. “We have his face now, though, so we have it running through facial recognition.”
His phone buzzed and he looked down at it with a frown. He didn’t recognize the number, but he had put out a call to his friend Bram to see if there had been any chance his files had been compromised. Maybe he was calling from a burner.
“Smith,” he said.
“Hey, Ian,” Vivian said. “I was wondering if you had time for me to pick your brain today about Dillon? I thought we could do lunch.”
It took him a second to remember that she had come for an interview with his boss. “Today would be difficult. When is your interview?” he asked, stepping away from the others. The only one that seemed to notice was Emily.
Vivian didn’t answer right away, then, “Next Wednesday. It was moved back because of an internal issue.”
His situation had probably been the internal issue. “Is this a permanent number for you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m taking care of something right now, but I’ll call you in a day or two and we can go over some things.”
“That sounds great. Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Viv.”
He hung up and Emily looked at him sharply. “Is that the same chick who accosted you at your apartment?”
“She didn’t accost me.”
Before Emily could respond, his phone went off again. He glanced at it. He knew Bram’s number well.
“Bram, do you have anything for me?”
“Good afternoon,” Bram said. Abraham McClintock was an old friend of his who was still MI-6.
“Bram.”
“Fine,” he said, his Scottish brogue filling the word. “We’ve not picked up on any outside infiltration of our systems.”
That had been an odd way of putting it. “What aren’t you telling me?”
A long sigh. “Just what I said. No outside infiltration.”
There was something Bram wasn’t saying—couldn’t say. It had been a worry that MI-6 would call him back for his safety, and that was why he’d contacted Bram. He was one of the very few people Ian could trust.
“Have you had a run in with anyone from the organization recently?” Bram asked.
It was an odd question. “Viv is here for an interview.”
“Oh, damn, don’t hire that crazy nut.”
He blinked. “There was a problem with her?”
“She…let’s just say that she was a bit obsessed with you.”
“What? No. She came on to me once, but she’s over that.”
“I just know that she was always trying her best to find out all she could about you. Everyone else thought it was because she wanted to outdo you.”
