13
Rebecca had no sooner sat down at her desk than Agent Brandon Seymour showed up.
“It’s Saturday,” she said. “I thought the federal government shut down on weekends.”
“Not me. Let’s talk in private.”
She rolled her eyes and led him to the conference room they had used last time.
“What did you find out?” he asked before she even sat.
She folded her arms. “I take it you’re asking about Amalfi?”
“I saw him come here earlier, and then the two of you left together.”
“Yes, well, I didn’t learn anything you don’t already know,” she said.
“Did you ask about Claire Baxter?”
“Of course not.” She gave a slight shake of the head, wondering how she’d gotten into this mess with Seymour. “He’d wonder how in the world I knew her name, let alone anything else. And I don’t appreciate being spied
