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Cami frowned, feeling unsure as she wondered if Treverton had been the one to plant the malware.

Did he know what she'd done? Where was he, and how was he connected with the FBI? It could be disastrous for her if he was still working in the Boston office. Suddenly curious, and concerned, she turned to her keyboard and looked up his name.

Now, this was interesting. Her eyes widened as she read it. Just a couple of years ago, Agent Treverton had left the FBI.

"Why's that?" Cami muttered to herself, picking up her coffee cup yet again in the hope that one more caffeine-rich drop might remain if she tipped it all the way back. "Did he just leave? Or was there a reason?"

She was not going to give up on this. She went searching deeper. Trawling the buried information, she started looking into why he left. After a few minutes of intensive searching, she found a record online, partially hidden but still accessible to a determined searcher.

And there was her answer. He'd been fired. For “conduct unbecoming.”

Fired! Cami hissed in a breath. The agent responsible for her sister's case had since been fired. Who was this guy?Wherewas he? She felt like she wanted to arrive on his doorstep and demand answers.

She looked up his address and saw that he still lived in Massachusetts, in a smaller town about an hour’s drive outside of Boston.

Tapping her fingers on the desk, Cami thought about this. Theoretically, she could arrive on his doorstep. She could demand to know what had happened. Of course, he might not tell her. What would she do then? There might be things she could do.

Staring at his ID photo with active hatred, Cami thought his face reflected his personality. He had cold blue eyes, a hard jaw, and an uncompromising expression. He had a cruel face, she decided. She wouldn't have wanted him looking into her business.

But had he been the one to corrupt her sister's file? Did he have any IT knowledge? Or did he have friends who were still within the Bureau who'd done that? And if so, why? Why on earth had such a thing been necessary at all? What were they trying to hide?

Cami decided that before arriving on his doorstep, she needed to delve deeper into Treverton’s IT credentials and get an idea of whether or not he could have done it.

But before she could do that, her phone rang. The sudden buzzing caused her to jump because she'd been concentrating so hard.

It was Special Agent Connor on the line, from the FBI, and Cami felt a flash of guilt as she automatically connected her illicit activities with this call.

Did he know what she'd been doing? Was he calling to say he'd found her out? The timing was worrying to her. Of course, the other alternative was that he was letting her know about a new case. Those were the only two choices. There was no other reason why Connor would be calling her at all, let alone at five-thirty a.m.

It was time to find out.

Hoping it was the second of the two possibilities, she picked up the call. "Cami speaking."

"Cami, it's Connor here."

He didn't say he hoped that he hadn't woken her. Wasn't that what a normal person would say when calling at this hour? Unless, of course, he already knew that she was awake because he knew what she'd been doing.

"Morning, Connor," she said nervously.

"I need you in the office. Now. Can you get here in twenty minutes?" he asked.

Her heart accelerated even more. This was trouble, she sensed it.

"Twenty minutes? Sure, I can be there." She hesitated. "Is this . . . is this in connection with a new case?"

She had to know. She needed to be put out of her misery. But the line was dead. Connor had already cut the call.

Feeling the worry now flare inside her, Cami hustled for her wardrobe. She grabbed the FBI jacket and baseball cap that she’d been given on her first assignment and told to keep for the future, then called a cab.

The FBI office was a ten-minute ride away, which meant she had less than ten minutes to get ready within his timeframe, so she needed to hustle. She didn't want to be late for Connor. He'd sounded serious. Either she was in big trouble, or else this was a new case that she'd now be launched straight into. Neither was what she felt prepared for after a sleepless night.

Whichever it was, she told herself with a dark humor, at least it wouldn't be too much longer before she knew her fate.

CHAPTER THREE

Eighteen minutes later, Cami rushed up to the main entrance of the Boston FBI offices. She felt anxiety surging inside her. Most probably, she acknowledged, her sleep-deprived state wasn't helping.

She didn't know if she was about to be arrested or be given a challenging new case that would require brain power that her exhausted mind didn’t have at that moment. Either way, things were far from ideal.

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