“I know.”
“But now that we have the name of the weapons dealer can’t Derek search through encrypted emails looking for correspondence between Sasha Petrov and Todd Allen?”
“You’d think. Unless Todd used an alias name.”
Lacee’s lips twist upward. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
“You’re right.”
It looks like we’ll be interrupting Derek’s Christmas night.
I’m sure he’ll be thrilled about that.
FORTY-THREE
LACEE
“You want me to do what?”There’s so much disbelief in Derek’s voice I’m starting to doubt if this is a good idea.
Park leans over the speakerphone, resting his elbows on the table. “I want you to go through Todd Allen's emails and search for any correspondence between Todd and somebody named Sasha Petrov.”
“You’re joking, right?” Derek laughs.
“No,” Park says firmly.
“You realize he's the boss. Not justthe boss. Todd Allen is the director of the CIA. He answers to the Director of National Intelligence and the President of the United States.”
My eyes flick to Park, waiting for his answer.
“Yes, I know that.”
“I’m just a lowly CIA desk officer.”
“You're not lowly.” Park frowns. “You’re kind of a big deal.”
“No. Uh-uh.” I can imagine Derek shaking his head on the other end of the line. “I'm not doing this.”
“Let me try,” I mouth to Park.
He straightens, gesturing to the phone on the table in front of us.
“Hi, Derek. It's Sienna.” I make it a point to infuse my voice with confidence and cheer.
“If Park was still alive, I figured you were there somewhere,” Derek mutters.
“Yeah, thanks for all of your help. The rescue mission was successful.”
Park glances at me. “Except for the interrupted Christmas program.”
“And the acid that killed Nicholas Lawrence,” I add.
“What acid?”
“Uh,” I look at the phone, “don't worry about it. Anyway, we really need you to do this for us and not tell anyone else about it.”
“Why?”
“Because we have a feeling that Todd is the double agent.”
