“Which was why you didn’t want me saying too much in front of my boss.”
“Precisely. Natalie’s one of us and sides with the law. But Kaminski’s dangerous. The less others know, the better for them. You’re already read into this and have been since the Mazzuca case. I’ve been on this since the Harvesters in Vegas. And now Matthew’s involved.”
“Well, he was my boss during the Mazzuca case.”
“It’s more than that, Jane. I’m afraid Matthew’s going to become a pawn to shake his father or grandfather into doing Kaminski’s bidding. I’m keeping a close eye on him. Make sure you do too.” He smiled but said nothing else.
“What’s that look?”
“What look? There’s no look here, Agent Cannon.”
“You know we shared dinner.” So much for having aprivatelife.
“What?”
“Matthew and I were discussing my previous experience with the Poulsbo RA. He wanted to know about the people there. We talked about it over dinner.”
“Of course.”
He didn’t believe her. What exactly had Matthew told him, if he even had? Haversham was shifty and could be fishing. Well, Jane had no intention of sharing any more of her personal life. She shut up and nodded with respect. “Sir. I’d best get back to work.”
He escorted her to the door. “If you hear from Matthew, please let me know.”
“He went quiet on me last week. I think he’s letting his obsession with this case get to him.”
“You’re probably right.” He stood with his hand on the door frame. “I hadn’t anticipated the Scotts losing Louis Miller. That’s not going according to Kaminski’s playbook. It’s way too visible. Someone wants us to think Kaminski planned it that way.”
“We know he didn’t.”
“So does Matthew.” Haversham looked uneasy. “Look out for him, would you?”
“I will if he’d just keep still.”
He gave a short laugh. “That’s never going to happen with Matthew Scott. Report back when you can. I’m always a phone call away.” Before she could leave, he added, “Tell your uncle I said hello and that I’m taking good care of his niece.”
She wiped a hand over her face.
He added, “And please ask him to stop hacking into my personal files before I’m forced to retaliate.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled and escaped before he could say any more.
She had plenty she wished to say to her uncle at dinner the following night.
* * *
After a few more hours atwork, Jane checked her messages. Still nothing from that TS who’d talked to Grimshaw. What did he have for her? It bothered her not to know.
She’d just decided to go home for the night when she ran into Jenn at the stairwell.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
Jane smirked. “And hello to you too.”
“Hello. And get this…”
“What?” Jane was in no mood for guessing games, exhausted by trying to second guess every move Kaminski and Rook might make and coming up short every time.
Jenn pulled Jane aside so another agent could get past them. “Remember the fraud case I was working?”
