Cam tore through the house and out the door, hopped into his car, and took off.
Nathan was waiting on the front porch, barefoot in jeans and a T-shirt.
“What's going on?” he asked.
“You still have the flash drive?” Cam stood at the foot of the porch steps.
“It's in my office. Come on in.” Nathan waved him inside.
Cam followed Nathan through the house and closed the office door behind him. Nathan booted up his laptop, donned a pair of reading glasses, and inserted the flash drive. Cam pulled a chair around, and the two men sat side by side as the video played.
“There.” Cam pointed to the screen. On the upper deck, a topless blonde was sunning on a lounger, a floppy hat covering her face, a crew member standing at the ready.
“That's Gemini March. Can you zoom in?”
Nathan manipulated the trackpad, and Cam leaned closer. “She has an earbud in one ear. How much do you want to bet she's not listening to music?”
“She's away from the crowd, listening to the meeting.” Nathan caught on.
“Gemini March is The Conductor.”
Both men sat, stunned.
“She travels all over the world. She can be anywhere for a modeling shoot, a party, a humanitarian mission, a vacation. She has all her father's shipping and trade connections.” Cam turned to his boss. “She followed me to Ibiza. She either wanted to see who I was meeting or find out what I knew. If I hadn’t snuck out of that hotel room, I’d probably be dead.”
Nathan stepped to the bar and poured them each a scotch.
Cam took a fortifying sip and continued, “She didn’t bring me to Mallorca for a romantic getaway. She broke Raymond Greene in Crimea. She knew I was CIA, and she brought me so she could steal the journal and the flash drive without The Conductor ever getting involved.”
Nathan interjected, “As an added bonus, she puts you in a position to bring down Atlas March. Gemini March wants him dead because she suspects he arranged her father's murder. The Conductor wants him dead for shipping heroin without paying the piper. She planted you in his drug operation better than any government agency ever could. Clever girl.”
“Where is Gemini March?” Cam asked.
Nathan tossed the glasses on his desk. “I imagine she's on a modeling shoot on a beach somewhere. While all of this adds up,” Nathan's gesture encompassed Cam and the laptop. “It's certainly not evidence of a crime. And I imagine she's well-staffed with attorneys to prevent anyone spreading baseless accusations.”
“So, what? She just continues on? We do nothing?” Cam balled his fists.
“We regroup. We reassess.” Nathan sat back in his chair and drummed the side of his thumb on the armrest. “Let me make a call. Sometimes these things work out in unexpected ways.”