“Don’t watch.”
“Be nice.” I flicked his arm.
“Nice isn’t part of my job description, Sunshine.”
“Maybe it should be.”
Once everyone had their fill of food, Duncan moved tothe middle of the room, his expression gave nothing away, except to me. The lines surrounding his down-turned mouth and the ridges which appeared in the space between his eyes were telling. His mind was struggling to come to grips with the information he’d learned. Whoever tried to kill us wasn’t a stranger. It was someone he knew, someone he trusted. Betrayal was written all over his face, even if I was the only one who saw through his shield.
“I spoke with Gabriel del Toro yesterday.” He began pacing the floor. “Quattro Security has been looking into Erik Murray and his organization for me. They haven’t found much, however, they were able to fit a piece of the puzzle together. They located communication between Erik’s right-hand man, Roarke, and an unknown player inside the task force I was working for.”
“They had a fucking mole,” Keaton spat, slamming his fist against the arm of the chair.
“Hold on a second.” Koen raised his hand. “Did Murray know you were a fed or not?”
“To be determined still,” he responded.
“So he could’ve been the one who blew up your car,” Noah continued.
“Possibly.”
“You said you knew who shot you?” I asked without thinking. “Was it this Murray guy? Or someone else?.
Duncan knelt in front of me, taking the bowl from my hands, then laced our fingers together.
“It was the same man who told me you died in the accident, Sunshine.” He paused, gripped my hands tighter, then blew out a breath. “Niall. My handler.”
11ON THE HUNT
Duncan
Niall fucking McGee.
Speaking his name out loud made me feel like I’d swallowed a mouthful of broken glass. We’d been friends at one point. Had something changed or was there always a cold-blooded killer living inside of him? The thing that really had me stumped was his motive. What could he possibly stand to gain from my death? Money? Recognition? Not that it mattered. His dishonorable actions made him enemy number one in my book.
Colorful expletives flew around the room when I revealed who I believed the mole to be, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sloane. The look on her face said it all. She was pissed. Not for herself and the pain she endured as a result of the accident. My fierce Sunshine was furious for me. Her next words confirmed it.
“I want to make him suffer.”
“He will. As soon as I have proof that he’s the one who pulled the trigger, I’ll make sure he pays.”
“Wait. So you don’t actually have proof?”
“Not yet, Lanie.”
“Then how do you know it was him?”
“At the twins’ party yesterday, Finn triggered a memory from the accident.” I stood, pacing the floor. This next part was more difficult to explain. “I remembered hearing the man speak, then the gunshot, but what my mind blocked out was the fact he was whistling when he walked away from me.”
“Whistling.” She didn’t seem convinced. “How does whistling lead to your handler?”
“Do you remember when I confronted Niall the night Sloane and I reconnected?” They all nodded. “In his hotel room, he was whistling the exact same melody. It was familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before. Not until yesterday. That’s when everything snapped into place.”
“You realize it could be a coincidence, right?”
“Keaton.” I turned to my protégé, the first agent Waverly and I recruited to our team. “Do you believe in coincidences?”
“Fuck no.”