“We really didn’t discuss much of anything,” Sam said to Reynolds.

“He merely requested your presence…for what then?”

“He said he wanted to make sure I’d gotten off the mountain safely,” Sam said quietly. “That’s about it.”

“Look, what does that have to do with anything?” Tori asked. “So he wanted to see her? Maybe he was feeling guilty for having abducted her in the first place.”

“Not his style,” Cameron said. “There is no guilt.”

“Did he ask you any questions? Did he ask for a favor?” Reynolds continued. “Did he mention his plans?”

At that, Sam gave a humorless laugh. “Yeah, he told me he planned to escape. Told me how he was going to do it, too. I just thought I’d keep that to myself, though. No sense in giving anyone a heads-up, right?”

Andrea and Cameron exchanged glances, then Cameron walked between Reynolds and Sam to get another piece of pizza from the table.

“Don’t patronize her, Reynolds,” Cameron mumbled as she stuffed half the piece in her mouth.

“I’m just—”

“Being a dick.” Cameron sat down next to Tori on the bed. “The latest from Murdock is that this is still a joint effort with the locals and the U.S. Marshals Service. They’ve got Angel’s picture posted all over the damn place. We all know the problem with that. They’re getting calls from everywhere. They’ll be chasing shadows all over the state,” she said. “The sheriff’s department has limited resources. I don’t think they’ll get close to finding Angel. The Marshals Service is the best at locating fugitives, or so they keep telling us,” she said with a quick grin. “But they don’t have Rowan.”

Rowan looked up as his name was spoken. His laptop was balanced on one thigh and a plate with pizza on the other.

“What do you want me to do?”

Cameron shrugged. “Simple. Find him.”

Rowan looked nervously at Reynolds. The last time they’d worked together, Cameron had Rowan hacking into systems he had no business being in. It had been a bone of contention between Reynolds and Cameron.

“By the book,” Reynolds stated.

“By whatever means necessary,” Cameron countered. “To quote Murdock,” she added. Cameron glanced back at Rowan. “Angel is not on the run. Not yet.”

“How can you be sure?” Eric asked.

“Because the point of this whole operation of his was to get three million dollars. We find where he stashed the money, we find him.”

“Provided he hasn’t already snatched it up and fled,” Tori said.

“Doubtful,” Cameron said. “There’s law enforcement crawling all over the place.

Reynolds shook his head. “I don’t agree with you,” he said. “At our briefing, we were led to believe that Angel Figueroa was a hit man. He has just killed two of our FBI agents. He killed four federal marshals. He killed two deputies. All in order to escape. No way he hangs around waiting for a chance to claim the money. I think he’s long gone from this area.”

Before Cameron could speak, Sam beat her to it.

“You’re wrong, Agent Reynolds. It was always about the money,” Sam said. “Cameron is right. Find the money, we find him.”

Reynolds narrowed his eyes at her. “So he did share some things with you after all. I suspected as much.”

It was Tori who protested this time. “Why the hell are you treating Sam as a goddamn suspect?” she demanded. “She was the one who was abducted.”

Reynolds raised his hands. “Hey, I’m simply trying to get caught up on everything,” he said. “I’ve worked with Cameron before. She tends to gloss over things if they don’t suit her.”

Cameron laughed. “Oh, now come on, Reynolds. Are you going all the way back to when you were on Collie’s team? I thought we were past that.”

Andrea leaned closer to Eric. “I thought you said he’d mellowed,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Apparently not with Cameron.”

Reynolds put his plate on the table, his gaze still on Cameron. “I hear you never came close to Angel while you were tracking him. Is that true?”

Andrea’s eyebrows rose as did Tori’s. She couldn’t imagine who Reynolds had heard that from. But the outburst she expected from Cameron never came. Instead, it was a rather lazy smile that Cameron gave him.

“I guess it depends on what you consider close,” she said. “He had half a day’s head start on us.” She shrugged. “I thought we did pretty damn good.”

“So did I,” Sam said with a smile.

Cameron stood after a brief nod at Sam. “I don’t think we’re making much progress here. Do you?” she asked Reynolds.

“I’m assuming, just like out in the desert, you want me to hand over Rowan to you,” he said.

Cameron shook her head. “What I want right now is for you and me to talk. How about we go to your room?”

Andrea watched Reynolds’s face, surprised at the hostility there. When they’d parted company in Barstow, Reynolds had been friendly with Cameron. She couldn’t imagine what had happened to change that.

“Very well. Perhaps we can come up with a plan of action.”

The tension in the room was heavy, and Andrea and Eric exchanged glances. Reynolds opened the door and Cameron followed, closing it rather loudly behind her. Tori was the first to speak.

“What the hell was that all about?”

“I have no idea,” Andrea said. She looked at Eric. “You?”

Eric nodded. “Yeah, I think I do. Apparently Cameron’s being blamed for the two agents getting killed.”

Andrea stood up quickly. “What? Why?”

“It’s a bunch of crap, that’s all,” Eric said. “One of the agents killed was friends with Reynolds. Humphrey. They worked together years ago. When we got briefed in Albuquerque, well, they needed to place blame. Seems some think that since Cameron and Angel were on the same team in the military, she’s got a soft spot for him or something. Reynolds went along with it.”

“That’s bullshit,” Andrea said. “Cameron hasn’t seen Angel in years. They weren’t even close when they worked together.” She clenched her fists angrily. “How about blaming the goddamn federal marshals who supposedly had him locked up in a van?”

“I didn’t say I blamed her, Andi,” Eric said. “I’m just telling you what the vibe is in Albuquerque.”

Tori came and stood between them. “Okay, this isn’t helping.” She turned to Eric. “And for the record, we busted our ass out there trying to catch up with him. So, to quote Andrea, it’s bullshit,” she said. “Now, what are we going to do to find Angel?”

“Excuse me,” Rowan said. “But I read through the file they put together on him. It’s rather brief. I understand they didn’t have a whole lot of time to dig.” He glanced at Andrea. “It might be helpful if I tried to go a little deeper. Of course, using Cameron’s supercomputers would be a lot quicker,” he said as he tapped on his laptop. “But I’ve always been pretty good at removing layers to find out more.” He looked up quickly. “Besides, Jason has given me some of his programs.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s a good idea.” She turned to Sam. “And right now, Sam, you’re the only one in this room who knows anything about him.”

Sam nodded. “Yes.” She looked at Rowan. “What do you need?”

* * *

Cameron slammed the door shut and stood facing Reynolds, hands on her hips. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Reynolds took a step closer, pointing his finger at her. “Tell me what I’m hearing is not true,” he said loudly.

“I don’t know, man. What the hell are you hearing?”

“That you and Angel were friends. That you let him slip away on purpose.”

“Jesus Christ, Reynolds. You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

“I know the type of team you were on back then. I know the pressure—the stress—you were under. And I know how tight you become on a team like that. It’s life or death. So if you and Angel were close, if you—”

“Come on, Reynolds.” Cameron ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe this,” she murmured. “After all we went through in the Mojave Desert? After you and I chased that fucker Baskin at that goddamn waterpark?” She shook her head with a humorless laugh. “Really? You think I’d let a killer slip away because we were once on a Special Ops team together?”

“They said you—”

“They who?” she asked, interrupting him.

“Albuquerque.”

“Oh. Of course. They lost two men.”

“I lost…a friend,” he said, his voice calmer now.

“And you need someone to blame,” she guessed. “They need someone to blame.”

Reynolds turned his back to her and let out a heavy breath. When he turned back around, she was surprised to see dampness in his eyes.

“Tell me the truth, Cameron. Tell me you did everything you possibly could to get that bastard.”

“You know who the hostage was,” she said. “And she and Agent Hunter…they’re involved…romantically. Agent Hunter was with us as we tracked him. Maybe you should ask her if we did everything possible to catch him.”

Reynolds let his shoulders sag. “I’d known Humphrey long before the FBI linked us. We met when we were nineteen. Hit it off right away. Stayed friends all these years,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. It was just such a shock.”

“Our line of work,” she said quietly.

“I know.” He rubbed his face. “Hell, I know.” He looked at her then. “I’m sorry, Cameron. You’re right. I needed someone to blame.”

Cameron tilted her head. “Murdock told me you knew Humphrey. So this case is personal for you.”

“Yes.”

She stared at him. “Remember at that bar in Needles? After we’d found Andrea? You told me when it gets personal, it gets dangerous. You said you let your emotions override your training.”

He nodded. “Yes. I did say that. I was speaking of you and Andrea, of course. My relationship with Humphrey was very different than yours is with Andrea.”