Mosel’s seduction. Then there was the unknown factor. Who blew up the yacht? Someone wanted Mosel dead—or was it her someone wanted dead?
She walked over to him and took his hand. “We don’t know who all the players are, do we?”
“No,” Jason murmured. “It appears unknown levels of activities are taking place, and that scares the shit out of me.” He grabbed her arms and turned her toward him so she could see just how serious he was. “Are you sure about this? Can you pull this off?” He turned away, and his voice cracked forcing him to stop on the next sentence. “Because if anything happens to you...” He couldn’t finish his thought. He dropped his head, his shoulders slumped, his hands fell to his side.
Emily stroked his face. “He was my father.”
Jason glanced back at her, composing himself, he nodded. “And you remember what we agreed? Can you handle a little white lie to a lie detector?”
“For this I can!” A stubborn expression masked her fear.
Jason picked up the bottle he’d placed on the bar, downed his beer, and sat pointing the neck of his empty bottle up at her. He looked directly into her eyes, warning. “Don’t get so cocky. Remember, there’s a leak in the agency, and Franklin will be the one questioning you. He’s a pro. Debriefing is his specialty.”
Her expression held. “Bringing my father’s assassin to justice is enough motivation for me. For that, I could bald-face lie to Saint Peter at the pearly gates, and he’d never know it!”
“Why does that not pacify me?” Jason put his bottle on the bar and returned to sit next to her. “Just make sure you never try it with me again.”
He was thinking about the night he hauled Mosel and her out of the water, both practically naked. She raised her brows at him. “Does that go both ways? Cause there’s plenty I don’t think you’re telling me.”
“I’m your boss.” The dimple started. “Your clearance isn’t as high as mine. I’ll never be able to tell you everything.” His smile teased, but she was out of energy for this kind of banter.
“Right, I get it. Just don’t think you can play that card on a personal level with me.” The last of her sentence drifted off into a low mumble. “I believe in tit for tat. Don’t ever forget that.”
She had dozed off talking to him, unable to raise her heavy lids. He peeked at her through her lashes. She smiled a lazy grin at him. He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed, gently depositing her there. Jason removed her clothes, placed a loose throw over her, and then went back to the galley and grabbed another beer.
He sat at the table and reviewed his facts. Within the week, Emily would be securely back at Eatons Landing, and then he’d meet up with her as soon as he could. Jointly, they would entrap the agency mole. They would discover Avery’s killer. Whoever had been involved when that bomb was planted three years ago had also given up information to the terrorists related to the nanochip technology. And they planned to sell it through Mosel’s company.
Someone in the agency, or with close ties to the agency, had given them up that night. Avery had the meeting with Ahmet, who was going to give them the terrorist contact’s name.
According to the information Jason gathered, discovery of the chip switch would take a couple of weeks at least, maybe longer, before anything even seemed suspicious. Hopefully they would have enough information to intercept the terrorists before they planned to deliver the chip to headquarters. Besides Emily, now Professor Rankin was the only person capable of identifying the fake, and the US had him back. At least Jason could breathe easily on that count.
Jason knew Mosel’s contact at the agency revealed Avery Holmes’s identity to the Eastern European terrorist group. But he wanted the team member who gave Avery’s identity to Mosel’s contact. This time Jason would be ready to pick up Mosel’s DC contact