‘Don’t! I told you, that night is off limits.’
‘We were friends, Lizzy; no, more than friends.’
‘We weren’t more than friends. In fact, I would argue we weren’t even friends. Sparring partners at best.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘We were. You know it, and I know it. And even if things didn’t work out between us the way we would have liked them to—’
‘Wewould have liked them to?’
‘Oh, come on, Lizzy. You wanted that as much as I did. We’d both wanted it for years.’
‘Speak for yourself.’ I turned and started walking away from him, afraid that if I stayed a second longer, someone would land up with a broken body part, and it would not be me.
‘I need your help!’ he shouted after me.
I stopped walking. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
He caught up with me and lowered his voice. ‘We got word this morning that Victor’s definitely planning some kind of diamond deal on the island. We don’t know where, we don’t know when. We have our suspicions aboutwho, but that’s not enough. We need to catch him in the act.’
‘And what the hell does that have to do with me and my footage?’
‘I have an idea, but I need you to make it work.’
‘And what’s this big idea of yours?’
‘I need to get close to him.’
I shook my head. ‘I still don’t see why you need me.’
‘I figured that the best way to get close would be to befriend them.’
‘Befriendthem?’
‘Victor and Amber. You and me.’
I stared at him. ‘Youcannotbe serious.’
‘Dead serious.’
‘You want to befriend Victor and Amber, with me?’
‘Exactly.’ Cam took a small step forward, as if testing the waters. I made sure to take a bigger one back.
‘And hypothetically, how on earth would we do that?’
‘Undercover Work 101. Mirroring and matching. Aligning yourself with the targets. Becoming familiar to them, acting like them, walking and talking like them. Becoming them.’
‘You want us to become Amber and Victor?’
‘I want us to become the kind of couple that Amber and Victor would want to be friends with. The kind they might invite to dinner, play golf with, talk about precious gems with.’
I stopped listening after he said the word ‘couple’. Because after that particular word, everything went very fuzzy, and rightly so.
‘We’re already pretending to be jilted bride and remorseful groom for a Mafia assassin,’ he reminded me.
I shook my head. ‘Not happening, Cam. Ever.’ I turned and headed back towards the villa. I needed to be as far away from this man as possible.
‘I didn’t delete your footage,’ he called after me.
