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“I should, but honestly, I don’t know how much good it would do. You know this wasn’t a normal B and E, and even if it were, it’s unlikely they’d be able to recover my computers. Given that I wasn’t targeted for the resale value of my electronics, there is no way in hell I’m getting anything back.”
“You’ll need the police report for your insurance.”
“Yeah. I’m not saying I won’t report it. Just saying I don’t have the bandwidth for it tonight.” She turned to face the room. She studied the abject disarray of open drawers, overturned chairs, and seat cushions that had been sliced open. Her home had been ransacked.
In the kitchen, her jars of flour, rice, and coffee beans had been overturned. Drawers removed from the cabinet and emptied on the floor.
What had they thought they’d find in the rice or underneath a drawer? A burner phone might fit in the jar, but did they think she had papers or SIM or SD cards taped under the drawers? What kind of data could she possibly have?
“Do you think that Raptor guy—Ian Boyd—might have done this?”
Chris frowned and shook his head. “When CIA searches, you wouldn’t know they were here.”
“True.”
“Why not Jamal? This looks…angry.”
“I don’t know that it’s not Jamal, but I don’t see what he’d want with my computer.”
“He’s working for someone,” Chris said.
“Rafiq would be my guess.” She studied his expression, wondering if he’d balk at her mention of the supposedly dead man.
“Why do I feel like I’m being tested?”
She shrugged.
“Pack a bag. We aren’t staying here tonight.”
“Are we going back to your hotel?”
He paused. “It should be safe, but I have a better idea. You need to stay in DC for any reason?”
“No. Not really. My next doctor appointment isn’t for another two weeks. I don’t have a job, and I’ve now fulfilled my obligation to Gardner.”
“What would you say to coming with me to Little Creek? No way would Jamal guess you’d be there, and it would buy us time to figure out what’s going on here.” He waved his arm around to indicate the chaos that was her kitchen.
“How long would we be gone?”
“I’ve got two weeks’ leave. If we don’t have answers before my time’s up, we’ll reassess then.”
“’Kay.”
“One thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t think you should tell Freya or Morgan where you’re going or that you’re with me. I don’t think you should tell anyone.”
A ripple of unease tickled the back of her neck. “Why not?” She trusted Morgan and Freya far more than she trusted him.
“Because if an extradition order comes in, and the State Department caves and wants to bring you in, the first place they’ll turn is FMV. Morgan and Freya would face arrest if they know where you are but don’t reveal your location.”
“I could say the same for you. Harboring a fugitive is even worse.”
“Yeah, but they’d have to ask me. No one at the State Department knows we know each other.”
“People have seen us together, including Mason Gardner and Ian Boyd. Morgan and Freya know I went home with you last night.”
