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How much longer?
“Anything good?” Harper finally asked.
Samuel leaned back in his seat and sighed. “No. Cassim and Daar have been talking back and forth about old stories. I made some notes, but I don’t think any of it matters. I don’t think we’ve heard anything to help our case other than Cassim has something Daar wants.”
Harper licked his lips. “Is it time to call this done?”
“I asked Zora that. She says to stay the course. We won’t have access to Daar once this trip is over, so we might as well stay in position until then.”
Damn. Harper wanted to hear that they were done. “If he’s doing any business, it isn’t in the house and he isn’t talking to Cassim about it. We’ve got nothing.”
Samuel crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re right, but we just need him to slip up once.”
“No, what we need is to follow Daar.”
“How you plan on doing that? The guy seems to like you, but I’m not sure that’ll get you anywhere.”
Harper snorted. “You think he likes me?”
“He talks to you, doesn’t he? Cassim has had some business associates in and out of the house. Daar doesn’t talk to them, but he initiates conversation with you.”
Does he now?
Harper mulled that over a moment.
Maybe that was the answer.
Could he get closer to Daar himself? What were the chances Harper could make himself invaluable to the man?
It was the only way he saw to remove Robin from the center of the investigation. But what would it take for Harper to become important to a person like Daar? How far would Harper have to go?
Then again, it wasn’t like he wanted to spend his life working this one job. They were coming up on a year of having lived and worked in DC. He didn’t think that anyone on the team wanted this case to keep going.
But how did he go about becoming an asset to Daar? And what would that mean in the future?
It wasn’t like Harper was a spy. Yes, he’d been a SEAL, but it wasn’t the same thing. His role had always been about bridging the gap. And maybe this was what the job needed from him now.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said slowly.
Samuel turned to face him. “I’m listening…”
Friday. Suleiman Household, New Orleans, LA.
Robin tipped her head back and groaned. The squeaky desk chair groaned under her weight. “Jess, I don’t know where things went wrong.”
She was whining. She hated whining, but she couldn’t help it. For a brief moment, all was going perfectly. Now, something was off.
“I don’t see how anything is wrong,” Jessica said with the patience of a saint. “You’re settling into being a normal couple.”
“You don’t get it. You don’t know Harper.”
“Maybe we should fix that?” Jessica’s tone was bright and no doubt full of ideas. No doubt at least one of them included her making a trip to New Orleans.
“No. No, not while Uncle Daar is still here.” Robin closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I’m overthinking things. I know I am. I just can’t stop.”
“That should be your superpower.”
“Haa. Haa. Not funny.” Robin curled up in the plush chair, legs tucked in close to her chest, and stared at the carpet. “I like him, Jess.”
