“You know Cam. The guy's a vault. You could pump him full of scopolamine, and you still wouldn’t get anything out of him.” Steady crossed an ankle over his knee.
Nathan nodded.
“A couple months ago, I asked him if he liked living here after his European tour.” Steady continued, “He said he loved it here, but any place was better than running around the world chasing a ghost.”
Nathan sat back in his chair and ran his hand over the journal containing the notes Cam had compiled on The Conductor. “I’ll fill you in on the flight.”
“Copy that.”
Steady and Tox stood to leave just as Nathan's cell phone trilled. Nathan shot to his feet and answered before the completion of the first ring.
“Hey, Emily. What's up?” After a moment, he eased back into his chair.
Nathan glanced up and saw Steady and Tox waiting, eager for news. Nathan shook his head in the negative and continued talking. “I don’t know if the guy at the sandwich shop can make a Reuben like Carnegie Deli, but I’ll figure it out.”
Tox jerked his head to the door, and Steady waved over his shoulder as they left.