If I Should Die_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [95]
“Did you tell Sean?”
“He knows everything I know.”
Lucy had already gathered up her notes. “I’m ready,” she said. She glanced at her phone and realized she should have told Noah about Sean’s earlier message. She glanced at the closed door.
Noah picked up on her quandary. “What is it?” he asked.
“You need to see this message from Sean.”
Noah took her phone. He stared at it for far longer than it would take to read it.
Lucy finally said, “You’re mad.”
“This came in over an hour ago. He specifically told you not to share critical information with the FBI.”
“A life is at stake.”
“Sean follows his own rules.” Noah stared at her. “Do you want to be an FBI agent?”
“I know what you’re saying, Noah, but Sean has proven himself. He thinks—”
“Sean has proven himself in his business. His business doesn’t always mesh with government business.”
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing in his shoes—”
“You didn’t give me the chance.” Noah picked up his files and started toward the door. “Trust is a two-way street, Lucy. For all intents and purposes, you are my partner until you check in to Quantico. But I won’t work with a partner who doesn’t trust me.” He looked over his shoulder at her as he opened the door. “Or whom I can’t trust.”
Lucy felt sick to her stomach when Noah walked out of the conference room. He was right. If she kept information from her partner, she put them both at risk.
Years ago, when her sister-in-law Kate was a new agent, she had a partner who lied to her about something that seemed minor at the time, but spiraled into a deadly confrontation that got Kate’s boyfriend and her partner killed and sent Kate on the run. The tragedy had changed Kate’s life forever, and while she was now teaching at Quantico, it had taken her years to reclaim her life.
Lucy had enough tragedy and dark clouds hanging over her FBI career and it hadn’t even started yet.
Lucy followed Noah out. He was talking to Candela and Hart in the foyer. “As far as this office knows,” Hart was telling Noah, “there’s no ATF operation in St. Lawrence County at all. I put in a call to the Brooklyn office, which would have to approve any undercover op in the state. I’ll let you know what I find out.”
“I appreciate it. Let’s keep in touch,” Noah said.
Candela said, “We’re putting together a team to search the mine for Agent Sheffield’s body and to gather further evidence, and Martinelli and Strong are packing to investigate her appearance and disappearance in Spruce Lake. But we need to confirm this new intel first. If we blow an ATF op, we’ll have major problems.”
“They should have told us,” Hart said, frustrated, “but we have to go in quietly. Agents Martinelli and Strong will be flying into Ogdensburg first thing in the morning, but I instructed them to contact Detective Dillard first. If you need them, here are their numbers.” She handed both Lucy and Noah business cards.
They shook hands and left. As soon as they got into the car, Lucy blurted out, “I’m so sorry, Noah. You’re right. I should have told you immediately.”
Noah let out a sigh and turned to face her. She couldn’t read his face—Noah was only three years out of the Air Force and still acted like the officer he’d been. “Sean is annoying, impulsive, and arrogant. He’s also intelligent, knowledgeable, and courageous. There’s no one else I would rather have on my team, but the fact remains, he’s not on my team. He’s on your team because he has one more redeeming quality—he loves you. I’m not his favorite person—” Noah put his hand up when Lucy opened her mouth to protest. “As far as the FBI goes, he has shown complete disdain for our mission, responsibilities, and rules. That he asked you to keep something from the FBI tells me he has no respect for your job or mine. That you chose to delay sharing the information tells me you’re torn. Sean breaks the law whenever he wants—he always has a compelling reason, but where does it end? Someday he’s going to land himself in hot water. He has an unusual