“You society people,” I muttered.
“As Flynn’s wifeyou’rea society person now,” Ash pointed out.
I stifled a lot of curses, but said to Flynn, “We might have to have a party. You are an important person, aren’t you?”
“Very,” he admitted with a roguish smile. “You can hire as many assistants as you need and with Ash’s help, I’m sure it will be the most beautiful party I’ve ever seen.”
With a squeal of excitement, Ash hugged us both. “I’m leaving now. Barrett looks like she’s about to explode with tension and I’ve already got a million ideas.” With a wave, she left.
“You’ll wish you never made such a promise,” I stated.
He shrugged. “Frankly, we have bigger things to worry about at the moment than our wedding reception.”
He pulled out two phones from his pocket. One was a new iPhone, and the other was a cheap black flip phone. He held up the cheap black phone. “This is a burner. This is for when you need to get a hold of Brad, Jason, or me for any reason relating to the FBI. As soon as you use it, throw it away and we’ll get you a new one. This”—he held up the iPhone—“is your ‘regular’ phone. Use it as normal. This phone can be tracked by anyone. Me included. I have it set up that way. The FBI has to be able to find you, but that means Dolinsky could too. We’re playing a dangerous game, Barrett. A lot of moving parts.”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t even recognize my life anymore.”
“I know.”
Shaking off the somber feeling that I might not recognize myself when all this was done, I looked Flynn in the eye. “So, what information am I feeding to Winters?”
I sat in a busy coffee shop, trying to appear normal as I sipped my decaf latte. Jason lounged in the corner pretending to read a book. He was being discreet and doing a decent job of blending in. He wore jeans and a bulky sweater to hide his muscled form and the concealed weapon.
“Barrett,” Fred Winters greeted. “Sorry, I’m late. Have you been waiting long?”
I looked up and forced a smile. “Just got here.” I rose and hugged him. For public appearances, we looked like two old friends catching up over a cup of coffee.
Winters scanned the cafe as we took our seats. “You’ve been out of touch for a week.”
I showed him the wedding band on my left ring finger. “I was in Vegas getting married.”
The FBI agent couldn’t hide his surprise. “Really? Interesting.”
“Very,” I said. “Flynn fell hard and fast for me. When he suggested eloping, I went with it.”
“You must have some very unique skills to get a man like him to commit to one woman.”
“We aren’t here to discuss my assets. It’s all true. Everything you told me.”
Winters leaned back in his chair, evaluating me. “When we last spoke, you seemed hesitant to help us. Why the change of heart?”
I shrugged, feigning discomfort. “He’s not the man I thought he was, and I have no desire to get bogged down in some political agenda that I have no loyalty to. I’m American; my loyalty is to the United States first.”
“Good, I’m glad you said that.” Winters nodded eagerly. “You married him. Will testifying against him be a problem for you?”
“No.”
“What can you tell me?”
I repeated word for word what Flynn had made me memorize, watching Winters’s reaction. He gave nothing away, and all I could do was hope he believed me.
“How did you find this out?”
“I overheard him on the phone,” I lied. “With Malcolm.”
“Good. Is your husband aware that you’re onto him?”
I shook my head. “No clue.”
