Page 82 of Steel Vengeance

“Yes.” Jeremy wasn’t a very good liar. Stitch expected more from a seasoned CIA special agent.

“Mm-hm. That’s strange. The airport didn’t have any flights booked in either of your names.”

Uncertainty flickered across Jeremy’s face. “Who the fuck are you?”

“We also work for the U.S. government,” Stitch said, keeping his gun on Jeremy. “I’ve got a license for this too.”

The agent’s eyes hardened. “What do you want with me?”

Stitch didn’t miss a beat. “Abdula Omari.”

The name hung in the air for a second too long. Jeremy’s mouth tightened. “What about him?” he hissed.

“You know him pretty well, don’t you?” Stitch circled him while Blade stood between the agent and the door, cutting off any chance of escape.

“I know of him.” Jeremy tried to sound casual. “But if you’ve talked to Sloane, you know about her assignment.”

“Yeah, we do. We also know about yours,” Stitch shot back.

Jeremy’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“I think you do,” Stitch said. “You paid a hitman to take out Sloane because she found out about your relationship with Omari.”

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Let me jog your memory.” With his free hand, Stitch retrieved his phone off the dresser. He held up a picture of Jeremy shaking hands with Omari in a graveyard. “Ring any bells?”

Jeremy paled. He stared at the photo, trying to figure out how Stitch had gotten it.

“Was Sloane there?” Jeremy finally asked.

“No,” Stitch set the phone back on the dresser, face down. “I was.”

Jeremy stared at him. “Why?”

“Never mind. What were you and Omari discussing?”

Jeremy shifted his weight. “I think you already know.”

“You tell me,” Stitch replied. “It will save any misunderstandings down the line.”

Jeremy sighed. “Fine. We were discussing the shipment. But if you were there, you already know that.”

“Oh, I know.” Stitch shot him a hard look. “TheArabian Princess, right? Loading dock D?”

Jeremy’s body stiffened.

Stitch wasn’t about to let up. “I’m more interested in the money you paid Omari. What was that for?”

Jeremy clamped his mouth shut, saying nothing.

“Was it the final payment for your little CIA-backed drug-running operation?”

Jeremy’s eyes shifted.

Bingo.

“How long has Matthew Sullivan been running this show?” Stitch asked.

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