I turn my head at the sound of a new voice and am surprised to see that Darian let himself in while we were talking, and apparently managed to do so undetected. Before I can ask him what he means, he throws another file in my direction.
“I think you have some explaining to do, Beck. It’s not just Peter that wants answers. Take a look at that file. It’s got your name written all over it, but that isn’t the Becky Brash that I know.”
Without even looking at the file, I feel my stomach sink. I know exactly what’s happening. Both Peter and Darian apparently did some digging, and Darian had dug in the right spot.
“Do you need me to spell it out for you, Becky? The jig is up. This file was brought to me the other day, and it’s a pretty interesting read.”
Without pausing, Darian walks over to the coffee table and flips open the file. The letters “F.B.I” and “CONFIDENTIAL” decorate the first page, and I curse under my breath.
“So? What’ve you got to say? Is it true?”
Both Darian and Peter are staring intently, and I sigh. Darian is right. The jig is up. Without another word, I turn towards my purse and pull out a small black case. Flipping it open, I watch as their eyes grow in astonishment.
It’s my F.B.I. badge.