“So, what now?” asked Montgomery.
“The penthouse is a no-go. Area 51 the same. So I’m not sure what now.”
Devine’s phone buzzed. It was Campbell.
“We need to talk right away.”
“Where are you?” asked Devine.
“The first place we met.”
“I can be there in thirty minutes.” He glanced at Montgomery. “Mind if I bring along someone?”
“Who?”
Devine told him.
“That is not a good idea, Devine. We have no idea if she’s working for Cowl and just stringing you along.”
Devine looked at Montgomery. “I’ve trusted her with my life, and she came through. She’s had plenty of opportunities to throw me to the dogs and she hasn’t. I’ve told her a lot. And if she had ratted me out to Cowl, I wouldn’t be around.”
“This is highly unusual, Devine.”
“You recruited me, sir. I’m not a trained spy or intel officer. I’m flying by the seat of my pants. But in the Middle East I spent years reading people, trying to decide if they were trustworthy or would betray me when the opportunity arose. And I got damn good at it. So I’m just asking you to trust me on this. Soldier to soldier.”
“See you in thirty.”
Montgomery stared at him fearfully. “Y-you . . . you’re a spy?”
“I don’t know what I am, really.”
“Who the hell was that?”
“You’re about to find out.”