Page 30 of Risks of Temptation
I arch an eyebrow.
"Say it," Andre says.
"I heard them whispering in the tent last night. They—"
Emilia comes closer.
"Axel and Ryker made breakfast. There's coffee, too." I point toward the guys.
She smiles. "Thanks."
After she's out of earshot, I say, "In seventeen years, how many times have we not been told where we're dropping all the targets off?"
Andre shifts on his feet. "Never."
Careful what you say. Do not blow your cover.
"These women...they have secrets. They were captured for the information they know."
"What do they know?"
"They haven't disclosed it all."
"What about Emilia?"
"I think she's the only one who they abducted to use as a threat against Naomi. But the U.S. isn't taking Emilia?"
Over my dead body will she go there. But I need to know what Interpol is directing Andre to do.
"Not that I've been told."
"So Naomi goes to the U.S., and Emilia stays in Belize?"
"What are you trying to say, Malin?"
"I'm not sure, but something feels..."
"Off?"
I can't deny it. The guys all suspect it, so I say what my thoughts are, running on the thin line between blowing my cover and keeping it. "Yes. This isn't something Interpol would typically be interested in."
"Naomi is convinced something is going on behind closed doors," Andre replies.
I grunt. "There's always something politically going on for everything."
And I know it too well.
"When are you talking to command?" I ask.
"I'm calling them this morning."
"I know it's not our job to question anything..." I glance over at Emilia and continue, "but I think we found our exception to the rule. There's nothing ordinary about this rescue. The other guys agree, too."
Andre raises his eyebrows. "You talked to the team about this?"
"Not everyone. Hunter, Dirk, Ryker, and Axel. We've been up for hours."
Andre scrubs his hands over his face. "Do me a favor?"
