Erica was waiting for Neil when he pulled in and ushered him to her office. She got right to the point. “Tell me why you think someone who didn’t give his name, but we traced to a phone owned by a man named Cameron Ferguson, called in to ask if Phillip Brewer worked for us?”
The good news was, Neil’s heart wasn’t in his throat anymore. The bad news was it had dropped into his stomach. “s**t. I thought I’d pulled it off. Seriously.”
“Explain.” At least she didn’t appear angry, but the angle of her brows and her tight lips broadcasted her concern.
He laid out all the details, including his own culpability with his initial freeze-up.
“Okay.” She leaned back and drummed her fingers on the desk. “Not ideal, but probably not a big problem.”
“What did Cam say?”
“Nothing much.” Kind of like
