Free Out Of The Past by Geri Foster Page A

smiled and raised a brow. “Present company included.”
    Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she lowered her head before stealing a glance at A.J.. The thunderous expression on his face was absolutely frightening. She half expected him to punch Brody for the remark.
    “I’m flattered, Brody. But, what do we know about the guy?” She took another sip of wine, avoiding A.J.’s startled gaze. “And while we have unlimited contacts, it is Saturday night. We aren’t likely to learn anything over the weekend.”
    A.J. cleared his voice. “She’s right. Most government agencies are closed.”
    Brody drummed his fingers on the table thoughtfully. “We may be looking for information not found in the halls of justice.”
    Zoe grinned. “You want to turn his personal life inside out.”
    “Yes, and so far we don’t have a lot to go on. But, I do have a buddy I can call at NSA. He’ll cough up something.”
    Zoe knew A.J. wasn’t keen on taking a chance that something horrible could happen to her, and she agreed wholeheartedly. But they had to protect Frank. If Campbell had anything up his sleeve, they needed to get that information. “You make the call, Brody. Then come to our room, and we’ll go from there.” She stood. “It’s Saturday night. A lot happens in this town on the weekends.”
    ***
    A .J. would be damned before he’d let that sleaze ball near Zoe, no matter what Brody came up with. And Frank would agree with him. His boss’s worst nightmare was that something might happen to Zoe.
    Frank loved her too much to risk her life.
    Sitting on the edge of the bed, A.J. looked at Zoe. She’d bought a nice pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a light jacket. Fall in DC could be brisk and chilly. “You and I both know you can’t be used as bait.”
    She turned to him. “I know the very thought of me being alone or even around someone like Craig Campbell drives you crazy. But I’ll do what’s needed to keep Frank safe. I haven’t forgotten how to handle myself. I’ve encountered a few dangerous men before.”
    “For all we know, that guy’s a killer.”
    “For all we know, he’s going to have Frank assassinated.” She stood and walked toward him. “If I can keep that from happening, I’m going to do it.”
    A knock sounded at the door and A.J. opened it, allowing Brody to enter. “Okay, Campbell is on the NSA’s radar.”
    A.J. paced the room. “What do you know?”
    Brody had a beer in his hand and took a swig. “He’s forty-three, never been married, no kids, and dedicated to his work. His private practice is very successful, and he’s worth millions.”
    Zoe stepped closer to Brody. “Why is he defending Gabric?”
    Brody put his beer on the table and slumped into a chair. “No one knows. It could simply be the money, or he has some connection to Gabric the NSA doesn’t know about.”
    “We’re still in the dark,” A.J. said.
    “I did get a tip that he likes to hang out at a place near Capital Hall called The Skylight.” Brody took a sip of beer. “He’s there every Sunday night.”
    Zoe looked out at the darkening sky. “That’s really pushing it.”
    A.J. paced. “Where’s he now?”
    Shrugging, Brody said, “I sent a guy to check out where he’s staying. Let’s see what he comes up with.”
    Zoe clenched her hands in frustration. “The waiting is killing me.”
    A.J. went over and put his arm around her shoulders. “I know the feeling, but we can’t make a mistake. Too much is on the line.”
    Brody’s phone rang. After a few minutes, he slid it back into his pocket. “Looks like Campbell’s in for the night. He’s with his current squeeze.”
    Brody walked to the door. “Let’s get some sleep tonight, learn what we can tomorrow, and see what shakes at the nightclub Sunday night.”
    ***
    A .J. didn’t like not knowing everything. What was Campbell’s angle? And what the hell was plan B? He’d already warned Frank, so their boss would be alert to even the slightest