“What are you investigating?” Chelsea asked, incredulous. This was as good as the stories of Stone’s past. She started to rise, but decided to hear him out.
“I can’t say too much, but we’re making an arrest today.”
Which question should she ask first? Investigation? Who? She crossed her arms. “We?”
Stone open and closed his mouth several times looking like a fish. “I’m not supposed to tell you this and this information can’t leave this room.”
Chelsea nodded. This should be good.
“The FBI, of which I’m an undercover agent.”
The statement hung between them. Chelsea cackled. “Who would I tell? Who would believe me? This is too ripe, Stone.”
“Melissa’s with the FBI, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” Chelsea got to her feet and paced to the window. His room overlooked the parking deck. She whirled around finally and her gaze held his.