“Looks like he left us evidence.” Rawlins holstered her weapon.
Caleb did the same, even though the threat tickling the back of his neck didn’t let up. He walked to the wall and started to scan papers. “Bank records, phone records.”
Big Sky Trust and Bank.
Caleb flinched. Odd—that was his bank at home in Montana.
He kept reading and spotted the name on a couple of papers. His name.
“What on earth?” That wasn’t his bank account balance, or any of his recent transactions. He didn’t obsessively watch theactivity on his account but was reasonably certain he didn’t have nearly two million to his name.
Caleb tried to breathe. “He’s setting me up.”
“Yeah?” Rawlins pointed to a photo and looked at him. “Looks pretty clear to me what’s going on.”
“I don’t have this money.” He glanced at the photo she indicated. “That isn’t me.”
“Unless you have an identical twin or something, it is you.”
Caleb shouldered her out of the way. Fact was, hedidhave an identical twin. “He’s not the guy who meets with Nathan Kessler.” Caleb prodded the photo with his finger. “This is fake. It’s all fake.”
There was no way Noah was in league with this guy. Noah didn’t work in this part of the world, they rarely saw each other, and their lives weren’t the kind that intertwined out of coincidence.
It was three years since they’d seen each other.
“You’re actually serious? You have a twin?” Rawlins looked at him.
Guess I never mentioned that.Caleb shrugged. “There’s no way that’s him. This all looks more like it’s supposed to mean I’m the one working with Kessler.”
As ifhewas the traitor.
They’d have to go through all this. Figure out where the flaws were so they could pick holes in Kessler’s plan to?—
Rawlins pulled her gun and pointed it at him. “If it looks like a duck…and all that.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Gun on the floor, hands on your head.” She turned her head a fraction, toward the door. “In here!”
The other two agents raced into the room.
Caleb didn’t move. “I’m not the traitor.”
Rawlins laughed. “Yeah, I know.”
He shifted to get the other guys in sight and keep her in front of him. But he was too late. The blow hit the back of his head and sent him stumbling forward. Caleb grabbed Rawlins’ arm and yanked her toward the other two. She yelped and he spun around in time to see them push each other away.
Caleb rushed for the door.
The gun went off behind him, but he didn’t slow down. Walters rushed after him and Caleb got slammed against the wall.
His head exploded with pain. Or that was the gun again. He felt the round whizz past his ear and embed itself in the wall.
Were they trying to stop him, or kill him?
He pulled his own gun, which immediately got knocked out of his hand. It clattered to the floor and skittered away. Caleb slammed a punch into the guy nearest him, Barts, ignoring the fact he would get shot any second now. An answering punch slammed into his kidney over the side straps of the vest he wore, expelling the breath from his lungs.
Walters rushed them, slamming Caleb and Barts against the wall. Caleb kicked off the wall behind him and shoved them both back.
