Chapter 8

Alarm bells were going off in Evan’s mind. He needed more reassurance than what Jablonski was providing. “I don’t know. This sounds dangerous. Why don’t I come to your office and discuss this further?”

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary,” the agent said airily.

That didn’t sound right at all. Evan asked slowly, “So you don’t want me to make a formal statement, sign a complaint, meet with your division agents?”

“No, we need to keep a very low profile here. We shouldn’t be seen together—for security reasons. The Carmodys have too many friends, too many informants. Can’t risk revealing your part in the plan until it’s successful.”

Evan’s budding uneasiness burst into full bloom at that last statement. “My part in the plan? Exactly what is my part supposed to be? ‘Cause I’m not an undercover spy, you know.”