“You gonna call Wilde?” Miguel asked, reading her mind.
“He’s not involved in Soup’s murder.” That much she knew with a hundred percent certainty—but he was holding something back from her. He had been since she first interviewed him, but she kept brushing it off as nothing.
Now, it was something.
Pain’s jagged edge cut her to the core at the thought of Cam lying to her. She wanted to talk to him. Alone. Wanted to hear what he had to say, which was not standard operating procedure when interviewing a witness. “We should go see him.”
Miguel lifted his brows. “We? You mean, in an official capacity?”
Her stomach twisted. “Absolutely. We’re handling this the right way.”
…
By the time Miguel stopped his department-owned car in front of the Wilde Security office, Eva had worked up a good, frothing anger. Why would Cam not tell her everything he knew? He wasn’t involved in the murder, so what did he have to hide? And why the fuck would he hide it from her, of all people?
She banged through the front door, the little bell on the jamb shuttering in complaint, and spotted just the person she wanted to unleash her anger on sitting at one of the three desks, working on a computer. “Cam—”
“Vaughn,” he corrected without looking up and hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Cam’s in with Greer.”
She growled and stormed by him. “Dammit, grow your hair out again.”
“Working on it.” Vaughn stopped typing and stood, his hands flattened on his desk. He glanced between her and Miguel. “What’s going on?”
Ignoring him, she strode to the back of the room and shoved into Greer’s office. As the door slammed against the wall, Cam stopped talking with his oldest brother and did a double-take, slowly rising to his feet.
“Hey. Is everything okay?”
“No.” She pointed at him, indicating he should stay seated, and then nodded to Miguel to shut the door behind them. Except Vaughn stood between the jambs, arms crossed over his chest, and Miguel didn’t even attempt it.
Greer scowled. “What the hell is going on?”
“A murder investigation. You don’t like it, you can get the fuck out of my way. In fact, you should. I don’t need to talk to you.” She rounded on Cam, fury burning like acid in her throat. He watched her with calm, unreadable eyes, which only served to tick her off more. She hated—hated—that he was sitting there so calmly, all the while withholding information from her.
“What’s this about?” he asked, directing the question to Miguel.
She pinned her partner with a glare, daring him to answer. Miguel held up his hands and backed up a step. Damn right. This interview was hers. If anyone deserved answers from Cam, it was the woman he’d been fucking just about every night for the past week.
She jabbed her thumb toward her sternum. “Me, Cam. You’re talking to me.”
“All right.” Still completely unruffled, he turned in his seat to face her. “You want to start by telling me why you’re so pissed off at me? ‘Cause, I gotta be honest, I’m lost.”
“Soup was murdered. Not an overdose. Murder.”
Cam shut his eyes, breathed out a slow breath. When he met her gaze again, there was no shock. He knew. All along, he’d known Soup had been murdered, or at very least, he’d suspected it. And he hadn’t said one word to her about it. Fury and hurt warred for space in her chest. Fury won. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s my mess.” His voice was low with no hint of apology. “I’ll clean it up.”
“Hang on,” Greer said and stared at his brother. “Is this the same informant that told you about the contract on your head?”
Eva’s breath caught in her lungs. “What?”
From the doorway behind her, Vaughn cursed. “Cam, you didn’t tell her? Goddammit, that is so like you.” He moved into the room, putting himself between her and Cam. “Soup said someone tried to hire him for a hit, but Cam keeps brushing it off as no big deal.”
“It is no big deal,” Cam said. “I’m looking into it, and so far, I’ve found little evidence—”
“But you have found something,” Greer stated.
“The only thing I know for sure is that Soup had five-hundred dollars after someone offered him a thousand to kill me.”
Horror twisted Eva’s stomach, adding to the nauseating slurry of emotion inside her. “You lied to me.”
Wincing, Cam shouldered past his twin and tried to touch her, but she jerked away. He dropped his hand to his side. “It wasn’t exactly a lie. More like an omission.”