“Hello again,” he says, coming up to me sporting a broken nose.
“Oh, ouch!”
“It’s fine. At least I got a breather.” He shrugs.
“Have you seen Colonel Logan?”
“I did. He’s in the main office,” he points down the hallway, “second door on your right.”
“Thanks, and good luck to you.”
“Thanks, I’m gonna need it.”
I hear some shouting as I get closer, and I pause outside the door, not sure what I should do. I decide to take a seat next to the door. Ten minutes later, the door opens and out walks a woman holding a bunch of files. She’s turned away from me and doesn’t shut the door all the way as she hurries off in the opposite direction.
“I don’t like that idea, son,” I hear Daniel say. “I see what you’re saying, but it’s suicide.”
“I know, but if I can get back in under The American’s hold, if I can get them to think they’ve got me—”
What?
“Logan, if they find that wire, they’ll kill you on the spot,” Mark hisses.
“They won’t,” Cole argues. “We need that information. We are so close. If we don’t do this, Savannah will never be free. Her father knows so much. We can get these fuckers!”
Cole’s words echo in my head, as everything else around me goes quiet. I don’t even realize I am moving until I’m back up in his room gathering my bag, and I hear Keith’s voice.
I slip out of the room and head down the stairs where Cole is quietly chatting with Keith in the corner. He stops and plasters on a smile when he sees me coming.I’m tired of all this whispering.
“Hey, baby, sorry about leaving you right before you have to go.”
“Is everything all right?” My voice sounds off, and I know he hears it too. His eyes narrow as he studies my face.
“Yes, of course.” He leans in and gives me a kiss. I try to respond, but I am in too much shock with what I just heard to act normal. This is not the time to talk about it with him, though. “Hey, areyouall right?”
“Mmmhmm.” I glance at Keith, who appears stressed. “I’ll see you in a few days, right?”
“Yes, of course.” He leans down once more and kisses me. I want to ask him to promise me, but I know he’d start asking more questions. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The trip home is uneventful, and after everything is unpacked, I head for the kitchen where I run into Derek, who is in a foul mood.
“Savi, could you ask Mike to meet me in the garage? He’s in Cole’s office.”
“Sure, Derek.” I smile, not wanting to know what is pissing him off right now.
I knock on the door and see Mike on the phone. “Derek needs you in the garage.”
“Okay, thanks.” He rushes past me. “Shit, could you give that file on the desk to Keith?”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks!”
I move over to Cole’s desk and pick up the file. As I do, some papers fall out and land on the other side of the desk. I start picking them up when I glance at the computer and see a forwarded email to Cole from Frank with my father’s name as the subject.
I have never invaded someone’s privacy before, but this e-mail involves me, and I’m tired of not knowing anything.