Page 34 of Craved

“Cami Green,” he said. “Tell me about her.”

“Not sure I’m familiar with that name.”

Maxim frowned. Interesting. That suggested Cami worked deep cover. Which definitely made sense. “Yeah, you are. And we may need help soon. How fast could you put a team together in Manhattan? You have those resources?”

“We do. What do you need?”

“Unsure. Two vehicles at least. A helicopter if you can get one. Sharpshooters.”

There was a pause, then Quincy said, “How fast?”

“Possibly fifteen minutes. Possibly fifteen days.”

“Roger that. I’ll confirm when I’ve pulled the package together.”

“Good. I’ll follow up with a text or a call as soon as I know more.”

“Anything else?”

“Cami,” he said. “If you did know her, what would be your take?”

“I’d say that anyone who works at Stark Security is a stellar agent. Well-vetted. Skilled. Trustworthy.”

“That’s a solid endorsement. Of both the organization and the team.”

“Yeah,” Quincy said. “It is.”

They ended the call, and Maxim pinched his nose between his brows.

Could he really have gotten it so horribly wrong? Was Cami here to take down her father? Not to align with him?

And if that was the case, did Killion himself know that his daughter was locked in a cell?

* * * *

Maxim was on his way to see Cami—to hear her story, to tell his own—when Killion Lambert summoned him to the main conference room.

“Sir?”

Lambert looked up from a mess of papers scattered across the surface of one of the conference tables. “Ah, Maxim. My good right hand. Come here, come here.”

“You’re in a good mood, Sir,” Maxim said, working to keep his tone light even though the fact of Killion’s mood disturbed him greatly.

“Action, my boy. A man is always at his best when there is action.”

“I agree. What action are we talking about?”

“Tonight. We move forward with D-day tonight.”

“Delivery Day,” Maxim said, pretending to sound excited. “And what will be the delivery method?”

Killion chuckled. “Ah, yes, well that has already been taken care of. Tonight, D-Day will be death.”

“Sir—that’s…that’s incredible.” He hoped his voice sounded excited and not sickened. “I wish you would have told me. I would have liked to have been involved from the start.”

“Oh, but you were. The juice and snack boxes we delivered to those children last week. I believe it was you that put together that donation?”

He felt his body grow cold. “Yes. After you donated a hundred thousand to build an indoor playground on the Children’s Haven top floor. I thought it would be nice to send something tangible for those poor kids.”