Turning back to face him, I frown. “Last night? She’s here in Pittsburgh? She didn’t call me.”
“She called me,” Kynan says, and that pisses me off. Why wouldn’t she call me? I’m the one who went in and got her out of El Salvador.
You’re the one who made love to her and then walked out.
A heavy sigh escapes and I rub my hand over my jaw. “What happened?”
Kynan fills me in, every detail tightening my jaw until I’m gritting my teeth so hard, my head hurts.
“The police confirmed the two dead men are Vecindario 18,” Kynan continues after he explains the details of the break-in, Greer’s takedown of those bastards, and the subsequent investigation. “They wanted to put her into protective custody, but she insisted on coming here. Once they finished interviewing her at the station, she hopped the first flight east.”
“And she called you because…?”
“Because she wants to hire me to help her end this,” Kynan replies calmly.
“But not me,” I press.
“Not you,” he affirms. “She specifically asked for me.”
“And you told her…?”
“That I couldn’t handle it because of a conflict. I told her if she wants Jameson’s help, it will have to be you.”
It pisses me off she wouldn’t ask for me first, but I suspect she’s making a point. That she’s here for business and nothing more. And yet, I’m relieved that I’m going to be the one to help her.
“It has to be Mejia. He’s ordered a hit on her,” I mull out loud, my gaze drifting in thought.
“Retaliation for the death of his son and for stealing info that’s surely sent him on the run.”
Kynan’s grim tone has me focusing back on him. We stare at each other, neither of us voicing what we both know to be true. Mejia could only order a hit on Greer if he knew where she was, and the only way he’d know where she’s located is with information as to her real identity, which was never known. When the Salvadorian press outed her, it was her face in the papers, but the name and credentials were fake.
The only way for him to know her true name and that she was at her parents’ house in Ramona was if they were fed that information by an insider.
Understanding where my thoughts have gone, Kynan says, “Greer thinks it was Gayla Newman who fed the tip out there.”
I nod in agreement, my brain whirring, trying to figure out just how far Gayla Newman is willing to go in her vendetta against Greer.
Apparently all the way.
“Not sure how we can prove it,” I mutter.
“There might be an electronic trail,” Kynan points out. “I’ll get Bebe working on it. But for now, what will your play be?”
“I don’t know, but I’m thinking until Mejia is taken out, the threat to Greer will remain. For now, she’s safe here in Pittsburgh. She would have had a fake identity to travel domestically as part of her go bag, so they shouldn’t know she’s here. But we don’t know how far Newman will go to use resources to find her.”
“Want me to call Greer and have her come in to start planning?” Kynan asks.
I shake my head, pushing up from the chair. “I’ll go see her.”
Kynan raises an eyebrow, but I don’t satisfy his curiosity. The most anyone here knows is we were engaged for a time. In my debriefing after I came back to Jameson earlier this week, I reported the basic facts of how I rescued her and what went down at Langley when the Company advised her she would remain disavowed.
He has no clue of what went down after that, but he probably suspects I’ve got some continued ties with her. I could fill him in on everything, because it’s not a secret. I just don’t have the time right now.
Kynan provides me Greer’s hotel information, and we make plans to meet back here. He’ll assemble Dozer and Bebe as well as Cruce to develop a game plan. I have no clue what the right course of action is, but with all these brilliant minds working together, we’ll figure it out.
I dump the bagel in the garbage on the way to the underground parking, and it takes me twenty minutes to make it to the Fairmont. I use the valet, not wanting to fuck around with finding a place to park, and within three minutes I’m at her room and knocking.
The door swings open, and she doesn’t look surprised to see me.
Her eyebrows rise slightly when I say, “Get your stuff. You’re staying with me until this is over.”
CHAPTER 12
Greer
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I say, and turn away from the door. I don’t bother closing it in his face because I know his reflexes are faster than mine and he’ll never leave willingly. Luckily, Kynan gave me a heads-up via text that Ladd was on his way, so I’ve been fortifying myself mentally for this confrontation.