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“They think you know something you aren’t saying,” I say.
“Who? The FBI?”
“Yes.”
“Oh God. They’re going to try to take me down with him, aren’t they? And if he’s CIA, that has to mean he’s some sort of spy. That’s what was talked about in France.” She stands up. “They think I’m a spy.”
I stand up with her. “You’re okay. You’ve got me, remember? I’m good at what I do and I’m less concerned about them using you for bait, and more concerned about them pushing you into witness protection.”
“What? You think—I don’t want to go into witness protection. They can’t make me, right?”
“No. They can’t make you, but if you think—”
“No. I mean—Oh God. I need to go home. What if I’m putting the people here in danger?”
“If they felt that, they’d already have you in protection.”
“Then why even suggest they will later?”
I hold up my hands. “It’s my job to prepare you for any possibility.”
My phone buzzes. “Alex is on the line,” the receptionist announces, “and Ashley isn’t answering her phone.”
“I’ll take it,” I say. “Give me thirty seconds and put it through.”
“I need to get to my desk,” Ashley says, trying to pass me.
I catch her arms. “It will be okay, but I need you to think hard about anything you know that I need to know before tomorrow’s meeting.”
“Okay,” she says, but she cuts her gaze and pulls away, walking toward the door. She leaves and shuts me inside and I curse. There’s something she isn’t telling me.
My phone starts to ring and I head to my desk, grabbing the line. “Alex. Give me good news.”
“I’ll fly in Saturday, but I need to leave Sunday morning.”
We make arrangements and I buzz Reese and let him know the plans, but my mind is still on Ashley and that meeting with the FBI. I dial Royce. “Reid had us hold off on making nice with the DA.”
“He told me.”
“Good. Moving on to why I really called. I’m concerned Ashley is keeping secrets and I have no good reason that she would do that. She has attorney-client privilege.”
“I’ve done my research,” Royce says. “I have nothing to offer. Whatever she’s hiding is buried.”
“But the FBI could know what it is and we don’t,” I say.
“They could, yes. It’s unlikely or they’d have handled this interview more aggressively, but it’s possible.”
“Dig deeper.”
“When she was stuck in France, we did. There is nothing to find.”
We talk for a few minutes and disconnect, my fingers thrumming on the desk. Ashley said herself that she could be dangerous. She’s my assistant that I brought into this firm. I have a responsibility to protect everyone here. I dial Royce again. “You want to push the meeting up to tonight,” he assumes.
“Yes. Now that the DA confrontation has been delayed, I need to know what this is and if it’s dangerous.”
“Understood.”
“I want Smith to take her home until the meeting and stay with her around the clock.”
