Reagan countered. “Stephan stated the ‘summer cabin’ and also claimed Joss would know where it is. If she supposedly knows, then you have to.” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “If she knows, why waste time with me? Ask Joss.” “Fine. If you’re not going to willing hand over the information, I’ll read you and get what I need,” Reagan replied. Marnie’s heart quickened, and she was glad she stood slightly behind Ray as her gaze went straight to Sam’s. He shot her a swift glance that conveyed nothing. “Do what you need,” he said to Reagan with his hands out in surrender, “but know that even though Patrice has many summer properties, Joss would never have been informed of their locations. She was either tranced or sedated during all transports; it’s standard procedure for all bent assassins. The less assassins know about their whereabouts the better.” He paused. “Look, I’ll willing help in whatever capacity I can. I’ve told all of you this already, and Leah has read my sincerity in that statement, but I need details in order to help.”
