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“Did Kade not give you my information?”
“Not the information I require.”
Moore chuckled without mirth and rose to his feet again. “Well, you feel free to call me when you decide what to do. I’m sure your assistant has my number.”
Kaspar was so surprised that the human walked out the door without permission, he didn’t react right away. “Skíta,” he hissed, and turned to Camilla. “Fáðu hann aftur hingað.” (Get him back here.)
Camilla rushed out the door, returning without Moore, and Kaspar scowled. “Hvar er hann?”
Her face crumbled. “Hann sagði að hann myndi hringja í þig seinna.” (He said he would call you later.)
“Fjandinn. Sendu Austri inn.” (Damn it. Send Austri in.)
Chapter Four
Cameron felt his phone buzz and pulled it from his pocket, surprised to see Dalton Moore’s name on the screen. “Hey, Dalt.”
“Hey, you got time for a beer?”
“You’re still here?”
“Actually, I returned to Scotland, but was asked to come back here. Long story. Just had to spend five minutes I’ll never get back with one of the most entitled pricks alive.”
Cameron laughed. “Ah, sure. Where do you want to meet?”
“Rock Bottom?”
“I’ll see you in twenty.”
“’Bye.”
Cameron hung up and grabbed his jacket. The day was wet, so he decided to take the car instead of his bike. As he drove to the brewery, he contemplated why Dalton might be back in town. Dalton’s new responsibilities in Scotland were vague, even to Cameron, who had worked with him on a joint FBI assignment several years ago.
Cameron left the FBI a year ago. His family didn’t know this, however, and he planned to keep it that way. He still went after some of the worst of the worst, only secretly, and for a lot more money than the FBI offered. He also had control now over which assignments he took, and he made sure he gave himself time off in between jobs. His responsibilities at church were an outlet to remind him why he was on the earth and give him important moments to recharge. Arriving at Rock Bottom Brewery, he parked on the street and headed into the restaurant.
Dalton joined him a few minutes later, and they headed into the bar. A small stage was set up in the corner, but the band wouldn’t play for another few hours. Maybe he should start playing out more. Shake off some of the live gig rust...
“So, what’s up?” Cameron asked.
Dalton sipped his beer and then sighed. “My sister’s husband—”
“Your brother-in-law—”
“Only when I claim him.” Dalton smirked. “Anyway, my sister’s husband has asked me to find out what I can about a person or persons who might be up to something nefarious. They’re looking for something, and that “something” just so happens to involve Megan.”
Cameron went on high alert. “My Megan?”
Dalton nodded. “She’s connected to this somehow, I’m just not sure of the details yet.”
“Does your brother-in-law know about me?”
Dalton shook his head. “He doesn’t even know you exist... in the capacity you exist, anyway. He only knows you as her brother. But they are looking for Megan and I need to find out why.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“My family.”
“Your family’s looking for Megan?”
