Chapter 242

LILA'S HANDS SHOOK.

She hung up the phone and turned toward her computer.

Marco Benally.

She didn't know the name, but she had a bad feeling about it. Probably not the same kind as Scott though.

Her fingers flew over the keys. It was late, but maybe...just maybe a few of her old so-called friends were awake.

The minutes ticked by.

She raked a hand through her hair.

Why had she ever gone into the private sector? It was so much more cut-throat than working for the CIA, something she hadn't believed was possible.

Her phone rang, the number Unknown.

"Hello?"

"Lila, what the hell?"

"Hello, Paul." She eased back into her chair. This was good. Paul had always liked her, invited her out for drinks. He was flirty without being a creep. She was pretty certain she could weasel information out of him.

"Why do you want to know about Marco Benally?" Paul didn't sound anywhere near as happy to talk to her as she was him.

"He's involved with something I'm working on."