“But why would Crew have those?” I realized now that they were both staring at the plans on the table, spread out between their place settings.
Kimble shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Why would he share those with Knight?”
“I have no idea.” His lips pinched together.
I leaned against the front of the desk. I returned the phone and crossed my arms. “What do you know?”
“That they are working together on something.”
My eyes quickly flashed from the floor to Kimble. “How do you know they are working together?”
“The sister was there. It seemed friendly.”
“Seraphina?” I gawked.
“I need to put full surveillance on Crew, starting tonight. I had to let you know.”
I didn’t like how sick it made me feel. He was my assistant. My right-hand. The only person I had offered to train. Other than Renee and Kimble one of the only people I trusted. None of this made sense. I gripped the front edge of the desk. It had to be Knight. What had he offered him? Paid him? Was he trying to tear my organization apart from every possible angle? And why the Vieux Carre?
“Do it.” I exhaled. “I want daily updates. Twice a day if something comes up that’s useful. I need to know what those two are doing together.”
Kimble nodded. “I’ll find out what’s going on.”
“Seraphina too,” I added. “What does she have to do with this?”
The house shook with another crash of thunder. The storm had stalled directly over the mansion. I wondered if Felicia Corban was involved too or even the Castilles. How far-reaching was the betrayal?
“I’ll find out.”
“Thank you.”
Kimble walked out briskly.
I sat in my office, trying to understand what this meant. I had to get ahead of Knight. There was no way to do that if I didn’t know what he was planning. Hadn’t he done enough? Caused enough pain? I hadn’t returned his calls or texts. Maybe it was time I offered an olive branch. Maybe it was time I turned the tables on him.