Kimble was waiting for me when I stepped inside.
“There’s a weather alert about a tropical depression. I was headed out to make sure you knew it wasn’t safe to sit by the pool.”
“The lightning was enough for me.” I clutched the straw handle. Kimble didn’t alter his stance. “Is there something else?” I asked. Usually at this time of night he was in his suite. He popped out for perimeter checks a few times. As long as I was in for the night, I rarely saw him.
“Have you seen the radar? It’s going to be a rough night.”
I shook my head. I didn’t bother with weather. “No. I’ll stay in if that makes you happy.” I smirked.
“I think we should talk in your office,” he answered. “I need to brief you on something I learned today.”
“Oh? I’m headed upstairs to change. Can you give me a few minutes?” I was wearing a swimsuit under the kimono. I wanted to swim a few laps before the storm blew in. The thunder crackled. I felt the vibrations as the windows in the old house rattled. The panes were fragile and t
hin.
“It’s important. I think you’re going to want to hear this.”
I blinked. “All right.” I slipped into my sandals. “Let’s go to my office.” Kimble followed me along the corridor. He tugged the sliding doors closed behind us.
“What is it?” I rested the straw bag on the floor.
“It’s about Crew.”
“What about him?” I couldn’t think of Crew crossing paths with Kimble lately.
“He had lunch with Knight Corban yesterday.”
“Is that all?” I laughed. “He has an assignment from me regarding the Corbans tech investments.”
Kimble cleared his throat. “It’s wasn’t a meeting about tech.”
“How do you know that?”
Kimble’s eyes narrowed. “My priority has and always will be to keep you safe. I don’t believe those men were meeting about tech.”
I groaned. “You’re going to have to give me more to go on than that.”
“Because of this.” He held up his phone. I saw a picture of Crew and Knight. I ignored the extra beat pounding in my chest when I saw the sharp lines of Knight’s jaw.
“Lunch. Yes, I get it.” I glanced at Kimble.
He pinched the screen, zooming in to the table. “Look closer,” he instructed. “At what they are doing.”
I peered at the photo again. “Is that?” I yanked the phone from Kimble’s hand. “Those are the tunnels. The plans for the Vieux Carre.” I stared in disbelief. I twisted the phone around, in case I was wrong about what I thought I spotted.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“But why would Crew have those?” I realized now that they were both staring at the plans on the table, spread out between their place settings.
Kimble shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Why would he share those with Knight?”
“I have no idea.” His lips pinched together.
I leaned against the front of the desk. I returned the phone and crossed my arms. “What do you know?”
“That they are working together on something.”