Page 37 of Agent vs. Assassin

Kane sits down and sips his whiskey, amusement lighting his eyes, his stress banked, at least for now. I’m entertaining, if nothing else.

Paul grunts and says, “I want to talk about election night.”

“What about it?”

“Max Oliver is one of our largest donors. His place in the Hamptons is sixty-four thousand square feet. He has private security that’s top notch.”

“Why do I care what Max Oliver has on his property?”

“I want to move the party there. We can have the three targets stay on property.”

“Are you asking me, or telling me?”

“You’re the FBI agent handling the killer. Isn’t it your job to help me secure a safe event?”

“Well, considering you got kidnapped by Lucas, I think it’s valid to believe you need help doing your job and protecting my father.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bitch?”

Kane silently laughs. I shrug. “I am. Thank you. And despite that good news for you, I don’t plan to allow the assassin to be an issue that long.”

“It’s only days away.”

“Your point?”

He makes a frustrated sound and rather abruptly hangs up. I have that effect on some men. I’ve already dismissed him, refocusing on Kane. “I need to get Tic Tac here where he feels safe. The minute we lured him to the city, we left. I’ll have him stay with Lucas.”

“And that will make him feel safe?”

“If you have Enrique stay with them.”

“You’re really trying to get rid of Enrique, aren’t you?”

I see no reason to pretend otherwise, which makes my answer a simple, “Yes,” and then I move on, “which reminds me. Where are Kit and Jay?”

“I sent Jay to check into a hotel. He’ll be back. Kit’s staying out of our hair, but he’s here, securing the property. He’ll be waiting on us to take us to the press conference.”

“Securing the property from Ghost,” I say flatly.

“From whoever the fuck dares try to enter. Apparently, you’re about to invite Elsa over to kill you.”

“I need her to actually be able to get in if we’re that lucky.”

“That means Ghost can get in,” he counters. “Hard no.”

“We’re already locked down like Fort Knox. Easing it right now would be better than aiming higher.”

“When there’s a threat, you change things up; you don’t give them the chance to know what you do not want them to know. Ghost studies his targets.”

“I’ve told you, I’m not a target for Ghost.”

“I might be. He’s obsessed with you. Maybe he wants me out of the way.”

“No,” I say immediately. “It’s not that kind of obsession. It’s—it’s just not.” I wave off the topic. “I need to call Tic Tac. Can you get a chopper set-up for him and have the men with him escort him?”

“Is Jack coming?”

“I cannot believe I’m even saying this.” I down the contents of the whiskey glass. “Yes. We’ll bring Jack. I cannot believe I’m even saying this.”

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