Page 44 of Undercover Savior

“Can I bring you anything?” Tag asked.

“Tea would be lovely.” Fallon linked her arm through mine as we walked away. “We have much to discuss,” she added.

“Of course. I expect you’ll want an overview of the Tower-Meridian investigation.”

“Before you do so, my understanding is that Clive Edwards?—”

“My uncle.” My cheeks flushed. “Apologies for the interruption.”

“Of course. Anyway, according to Blackmoor, he told you I wanted the investigation shelved. I assure you I said nothing of the sort.”

If she was telling the truth, it made the mystery of the conversation I’d overheard more curious. “There’s more.”

“Go on.”

“I was on my way out of the office and went to wish him a happy Christmas when I heard him speaking to someone on what I guessed was his mobile. He said, ‘I’ve done all I can. The rest is in your hands now.’”

Her eyes scrunched, and she approached the window. “Concerning,” she muttered under her breath before turning to face me. “What do you think he was referring to?”

“As difficult as it is for me to accept as his niece, I can’t help but wonder if he set me up.”

Next, she asked how I learned Eric Weber would be attending an event at Edinburgh Castle, and when I told her about the alert that appeared on my computer, her eyes darkened.

“Have you brought this to anyone else’s attention?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

“Good. Let’s keep it between you and me for now. In terms of updating me, I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Of course.”

“I sense hesitancy.”

“I’d planned to brief everyone after David, err, Ash returned.”

She raised a brow. “Yeah?”

My cheeks flushed again, and I couldn’t hold back my grin, hard as I tried. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.”

My eyes opened wide.

“I suppose you’re wondering how I made editor in chief so young.”

“Not at all, actually.”

“Good, given it’s the same reason you’re about to make executive editor of investigations at the age of twenty-eight.”

I chuckled, but stopped when I realized she was serious.

“I’m, um, flattered.”

Fallon shook her head. “You shouldn’t be. In my opinion, it’s overdue.”

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