and where our blind spots are. Diha thinks this person arranged the blind spots, which means we’re probably looking at someone who was on the task force from day one.”
“And someone high up,” Kelsey muttered.
“Yeah.” Logan grimaced. “Diha is going to be installing a second system of security cameras to try to catch them if they do this again. I don’t know how she’ll pull off doing it with no one seeing, especially if our mole is watching us this closely.”
“That’s ballsy.” Kelsey looked up at Logan. “I mean, think about it. Yeah, they’ve fucked us over before, but never in our own building. They’re desperate because we’re on the right path.”
“But how did they know?”
She didn’t have an answer.
Logan stared at her profile for a moment before looking away.
She’d always been able to trust the people in her corner. This whole situation made her sick to her stomach. The wounds of betrayal would no doubt only deepen when they learned who it was.
“Oliver had someone in the building helping him,” she said.
Logan’s head whipped around. “What?”
“Think about it. He didn’t come in with that knife. I got a look at it, and that thing was heavy duty. No way he got that past the metal detectors.” She glanced at him.
Logan’s brows were drawn down into a dark, ominous line. “It wasn’t coincidence he went in there then?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“There’d be no reason for our mole to be in on that, so Skilton has someone else there. Someone watching the senator we don’t know about.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Logan muttered something under his breath she couldn’t make out.
Things weren’t looking very good if they were already getting tripped up by the mole. People had died at the hands of the mole. What if one of them were next?
She hoped he didn’t beat himself up for missing those details. Logan and his team were great at what they did, but they weren’t exactly used to being covert. It’s why she’d never suspected them. Truth was, none of the guys were wired that way.
Which left pretty much everyone else. And that was the problem. They had a task force full of intelligence officers and staff used to keeping secrets from the people in their lives. Now the only difference was that they were turning those skills on the very people who relied on them.
Kelsey’s mind went back to the odd text from Nadine and her stomach knotted. It had been such an innocent thing. And yet, Kelsey couldn’t let it go. She thought it was highly unlikely a mole of this nature would reveal themselves in such a clumsy manner. They wouldn’t show their hand like that.
Would they?
She grimaced at the thought and shook her head. This whole exercise went against who and what Kelsey was. She struggled to visualize herself in the mole’s shoes like this.
Whoever it was, Kelsey hoped the betrayal was worth it. She didn’t think this person was acting out of a sense of gain. These risks were too high if the goal was simply profit. No, there had to be some other motive. Something more valuable than money on the line. But what? And how did they begin to understand that and deal with it? Or was she being too optimistic? Was this person selling themselves out simply to reap the rewards of a fat payout?
THURSDAY. WASHINGTON, DC.
Logan gripped the handrail overhead tighter as the floor shuddered and the train turned. Kelsey’s slight body rocked back against his as the train shifted. He’d mistakenly thought accompanying her home was a good idea. Gentlemanly, even.
Clearly it was torture. She wasn’t even doing it purposefully, which was worse. Despite the normal crowds, the train was still packed for the evening commute. Kelsey had refused a seat twice now and wouldn’t allow him to give her a hand.
Why did she have to be so stubborn?
To make matters worse, Logan had to insert himself between Kelsey and some creep who’d been getting too close to her backside. Unfortunately, that now meant he was close enough that she swayed against him from time to time and that was pure torture.
The floral aroma of the bouquet wafted past him. He grit his teeth against the surge of jealousy.
Who the hell was sending her flowers? And why didn’t he know about it?
Logan had no right to be grumpy. None whatsoever. For all he knew, her FBI handlers had sent the vase over. But without knowing that, he couldn’t stop obsessing over the tiny detail