Page 58 of The B-Team

“Harvard, it’s me,” David said. “I’m calling from the detainment center.”

“You okay?” Harvard asked.

“Yeah, fine. I just interrogated Fitzwater and got some info we can use.”

And just like that, he had Harvard’s full attention. “What did you learn?”

“This whole investigation into Benson Security is a cover-up for a fishing expedition. He’s angling for evidence he believes we’ve got on someone in government. Something that could turn into a sex scandal and ruin a career if released. He seems to think it was given to Lake by one of his sources, someone on the ground in London. I got the impression it wasn’t just a case of an informant passing on gossip but that this person had handed over hard data.”

Harvard smiled. “You never fail to impress. We found out from his ex-wife that he’s been bailing his younger cousin out of trouble for years. Maybe it’s to do with him.”

“Is this cousin in politics?”

“Not sure. Gimme a sec.” He raised his voice. “Rach, is Darian in politics?”

She barked out a laugh, but her face was white and strained again. “No. He couldn’t handle it.”

“She says no.” Harvard checked his watch. Less time had elapsed since the last wave of pain. His stomach tightened. This was looking more like actual labor with each passing minute. But Rachel said the pain wasn’t that bad… Was he overreacting?

“Are you listening to me?” David demanded.

“Sorry, Rachel’s in pain. What did you say?”

“She okay?” David asked, sounding worried.

“She is at the moment.” Rachel was sipping the ice water and looked exhausted, but she wasn’t writhing in agony. “Tell me what I missed.”

“If this Darian guy isn’t in government, this isn’t about him. Fitzwater’s definitely looking for info that will ruin a government career.”

“His uncle’s the minister for police,” Harvard said.

“Then that’s who you need to look into. I’d bet my bottom dollar this is all about him.”

“Him and some sort of sex scandal?” Harvard asked, his eyes fixed on Rachel.

“Definitely.”

“I’ll let the team kn—” He stopped as Rachel clutched her belly and gasped. Hell yes, those pains were getting worse. “I gotta go. I think Rach is in labor.”

“Good luck,” David said before Harvard ended their call.

He was already dialing the obstetrician as he crossed the room to his wife. He crouched in front of her, and dark eyes met his.

“It’s a little bit sore now,” she said.

He’d begun to suspect Rachel had a high pain tolerance. “Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” He took her hand.

“Dr. Brandt,” a voice said in his ear.

“This is Michael Carter; I think Rachel’s in labor, and it may have been going on for hours.”

“Describe what you’re seeing.” The doc was all business.

Rachel gasped again and clutched his hand with a vise-like grip.

Harvard kept his tone soothing as he brought the doctor up to speed.

Once he’d finished, she took a breath and spoke. “Get to the hospital now. I’ll meet you there.”