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Of course, she’d be impressed by that. Any woman would. I make a mental note to look into anything connecting him to Turks and Caicos.
“He said he went to boarding school. Maybe one of his old classmates there is framing him for all these so-called crimes.” She practically bounces in her seat as if coming up with these ideas is the most thrilling part of the night for her.
She clearly knows nothing.
I roll out my bad shoulder. What was I thinking by pulling her in here? At first, when Liam disappeared, we figured he was getting ready to steal something, but nothing happened, and he returned to his hotel two days ago. After that, I managed to convince myself Amelia had nothing to do with this. But then I saw her walk into the restaurant to meet him. And I knew she must be in on his thieving. I figured it would be easy to convince her to turn on him. I thought wrong. Because she was only on a date with him.
I can’t tell if that makes the situation better or worse. Why would a world-class thief fly across the ocean to date some random woman? No, there has to be something more. Something about this woman sitting right in front of me…who doesn’t know a stinking thing. That or she’s excellent at playing me.
Amelia leans forward, propping an elbow on her very tan and very smooth legs. “Okay fine, I’ll admit, a man that attractive can’t be all he says he is. He’s definitely hiding something, but maybe he’s just a player.”
“What makes you say that?”
She shrugs. “Call it a hunch. Though I can tell you something.”
“What?” I practically leap forward, my face mere inches from hers.
Her blue eyes dance with mischief. This is it, this is going to be the key I need to finally fit all these endless puzzle pieces together.
“He didn’t push me out a fire exit, tie me to a pole, or kidnap me.”
I clench my jaw so hard I’m afraid it’s going to crack something. She was the one who walked into dangerous situations. “Believe it or not, I was—I am—protecting you.”
She pulls back, a tempting grin on her face. “I’m going to stick with or not.”
She is the most infuriating woman I have ever met. Also the most beautiful, which makes her even more infuriating. It’s a vicious cycle.
The door of the van opens and Cruz steps in, holding a cup. “I got something.”
I nod. If he left any DNA, we can potentially match it to future crimes he commits on U.S. soil. Unfortunately, past crimes have all been wiped clean, so I don’t hold much hope for this either.
“Oh great, a cup.” Amelia claps her hands. “And here I was worried about the safety of our nation.”
Cruz’s scowl is so icy it lowers the temperature in the van. “And what are you doing for our great nation?”
Amelia folds her arms and lifts her chin. “Saving the world one head of hair at a time.”
“Wow. Should I call the president and get you on the payroll?”
“That would be great, could you?”
Cruz grunts.
“You know.” Amelia stands. I’m not sure if she’s attempting to intimidate Cruz or not. If she is, she'll never accomplish it. “You remind me of a certain crotchety TV detective; can I call you Lassie?”
“Can I throw you out of the van?” Cruz snaps.
“Ladies.” I step between them before one of them throws a punch. I’m not sure who looks closer at this point. But I know for a fact Cruz has a mean right hook. “We need to figure this out.”
Amelia pushes past me. “Good luck with that, Special Agents.”
“Not so fast.” Cruz blocks her exit. “You’re going on another date with him, and we are going to listen in.”
Amelia rears back. “Wait, what?”
“You’re going to help us nail this guy,” Cruz says.
Amelia pauses on this. Something lights up in her blue irises and her whole demeanor shifts to one of childlike excitement, but she reins it in, playing with the choker around her neck. “You want my help?”
