“Good, good. And you? How's Dave?”
“He's great. Loves the new job. Has that baby made an appearance yet?”
“Christmas, we think.” Nathan unconsciously checked his cell phone.
“What's up?”
Nathan explained the situation with Cam to the DDO. Sorenson had come up through the ranks, so she understood, as only a former undercover officer could, the red flags that were flying. She arranged for Nathan to meet with Cam's former handler. After ending the call, he directed his attention to Twitch.
Twitch smirked. “Friends in high places, huh?”
Nathan shrugged. “I knew her at Dartmouth. You’d never peg her for a spook. Probably why she was so good at her job.”
Nathan's father had helmed a prominent private defense contracting company, and his Uncle Charlie, who routinely helped them out, was a former Secretary of Defense. Nathan may have had a troubled childhood, but his family connections had their advantages.
Nathan continued, “I don’t know what his handler is willing or able to share. Twitch, you are our best asset for information gathering. Start digging. We know this has some connection to Dario Sava because Miguel Ramirez was his cover for that op, and for the year after, hunting down Sava's associates. Do whatever you have to do. We aren’t at DEFCON 5 yet, but I want to be ready.”
“Copy that, boss.” She grabbed her laptop and stood. Nathan thumbed the worn leather journal on his desk.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“Bring Finn into the loop on this,” Nathan said. “I don’t know if he's even reachable right now, but he's privy to information no one else will have.” Finn McIntyre was a Teamguy and currently working for the CIA in a role similar to Cam.
Twitch hadn’t mastered the poker face of the men in the office. She scowled.
Nathan sighed. “Look. I don’t know what went on between you and Finn, and I don’t want to know. Your personal life is your business.”
Tox signaled his agreement by holding up both hands in an I’m-staying-out-of-it gesture.
Twitch nodded.
“However,” Nathan continued, “your work life is my business. If Finn can help, you need to set aside your differences.”
Twitch swallowed thickly. “Of course, I’ll get on this right now.” She turned and hurried out. Mumbling her discontent, she ducked around Steady, who was standing in the open doorway leaning against the jamb.
“Tell him hi for me,” Steady quipped.
“What? How?” Twitch looked at him, puzzled.
“You only mumble to yourself when you have to deal with Finn.”
She turned on her heel and fled the room.
Steady directed his attention to Nathan, who had returned to his computer. “Any developments?”
Nathan tilted his head, bemused.
“Twitch filled me in when I was in her office. Actually, she was talking to herself, but I got the gist. Cam's MIA?”
Steady entered and flopped into the chair that Twitch had vacated. Nathan scrubbed a hand down his face then filled in the blanks. “It's impossible to investigate this with the layers of secrecy involved. I spoke with the DDO. She set up a meeting with Cam's former handler on Friday. Feel like taking a quick trip to DC?”
“Absolutely. Nathan, do you know what Cam was doing for the year after Sava was killed?” Steady asked.
“Only what wasn’t classified. It's pretty clear he was chasing down Sava's merchandise,” Nathan replied.
“I think he was chasing down a person, not a weapon,” Steady said.
“What gives you that impression?” Tox asked.