He stopped and looked over his shoulder at El. “What?”
El studied him for a second. “The truth is, I don’t know if I know her real name.”
“Is this woman a threat?”
He shook his head. “Not to you and I.”
Jenner cocked his head. “Explain.”
There was a long beat of silence. “Listen, I know that probably worked in the Army, but there’s one thing the CIA found out about me. I don’t like orders.”
God save him from spies. “So sorry to upset your delicate sensibilities. Please explain.”
El’s mouth twitched. “She’s an analyst. Or was for the CIA. There wasn’t a site she couldn’t hack, and she was put in charge of very big investigations pretty early on.”
“She looks like she isn’t even thirty.”
He nodded. “She started working for them before the age of twenty-one. The woman is a genius.”
“But for some reason she’s on the run, and the CIA could have sent in cleaners after some man attempted to kill her.”
“First, we don’t know that. It might have been an abduction attempt. Second, as I said, she was burned.”
He started off down the hallway again. “You said that before. Is it really like in that show a few years ago?”
When he didn’t say anything, he turned around. Guilt stamped El’s features.
“Ed and I are part of the reason. She helped us out of a bad situation. Then, all of a sudden, she disappeared. I thought that maybe she had moved back home, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. And it is like that show to an extent.”
None of that made him feel any better, and sooner or later, they would have to at least call Luc. El might not like orders, but Jenner knew their boss, and their boss’s boss, were sticklers for it. When you had a former SEAL and former FBI running the show, they liked to keep everything moving smoothly. For that to happen, the chain of command had to be followed.
“Let’s look around her bedroom, also grab some clothes and lock the place up,” El said.
“Did Ian say to grab her clothes?”
El smiled. “No, but I know she’ll need some clothes. I know women.”
“You do? Because I never see you keep one around, brother.”
El shook his head. “Having a twin sister has taught me enough to know Sam will want her own clothes. If she had a stomach wound, you probably had to get rid of her clothes.”
He had. The whole time Ian had been muttering about her being without a shirt. The guy definitely had some kind of attachment to this Sam. It didn’t seem like a good thing since the woman had been attacked in her own home. He could smell the trouble coming for both Sam and now Ian since he was somehow involved with her.
“I’m gonna scout around out back to make sure there’s nothing out there to help us with who attacked her.”
El nodded as he opened the closet to look through her clothes. As Jenner headed out back, his stomach knotted and his head started to pound. His gut was telling him something bad was coming down the pike and all of them had been drawn into it. One thing was for sure. This wasn’t going to end well.
It only took about five minutes before Sam was deep asleep. Her fingers had gone limp against his hand, so he let it go. He didn’t want to and that was odd for him. What was it about this woman?
Shaking his head, he grabbed up his phone and texted his sister.
Ian: I’ve had an incident.
Autumn: Jesus, you are uptight. What is the incident? Did someone not make your tea the right way?
Americans never made tea the right way.
Ian: Sam was hurt.
