Something About You
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But it was a tricky relationship, no doubt. Silas demanded loyalty—or at least the appearance of it—from his assistant U.S. attorneys, and Cameron continually felt as though she had to keep her guard up around him. Although she’d taken the fall for the Martino case, Silas knew she hadn’t liked it and had watched her closely ever since.
Which was why she could never let him find out how she’d stepped in to help Jack three years ago.
Silas had raised holy hell with the Department of Justice, demanding that Jack be fired for inappropriate conduct because of his comments. Cameron suspected this had less to do with Silas being offended on her behalf, and more to do with keeping everyone’s focus on something other than the real issue: his decision to not file charges against Roberto Martino.
What Silas hadn’t known was that Cameron had a contact at the DOJ—an old friend from law school—and that she had worked behind the scenes, trying to get him to agree to transfer Jack instead of an outright dismissal. To help strengthen her case, she’d gone to Davis’s office early one morning a few days after Jack’s comments. It was a risk, she’d known, but she’d also known that Davis had been fighting for Jack and her instincts had told her she could trust him. She explained the situation, that Silas was angling for Jack’s dismissal, and passed along the name of her contact at the DOJ. Two people working behind the scenes were better than one, she’d told Davis, then asked that he never discuss with anyone the purpose of her visit.
“Why are you doing this?” Davis had asked as he walked her to his office door. “After what Jack said about you, I would’ve thought you’d be happy to see him dismissed.”
Cameron had asked herself this very question. The answer, simply, came down to her principles. No matter how angry she was with Jack for his comments, when it came to her job, she put personal differences aside. Even in this case.
She’d read the files. Silas hadn’t read them, and the higher-ups in the DOJ hadn’t, either, but she doubted anyone could know the things she knew about those two days Jack spent in the hands of Martino’s men and not have complete, utter respect for his dedication to his job. He may have had a lot of room for improvement in the personality department, but he was an incredible FBI agent.
“Do you want to see Jack get fired?” she’d asked Davis in response to his question.
“Of course not. He’s probably the best damn agent in the Bureau.”
“I agree.” With that being said, Cameron had opened the door and walked out of his office—
And spotted Jack standing across the hall, staring at her.
She’d had a moment of panic—no one was supposed to know she was there. But she kept her expression flat and emotionless, and walked out without a word.
She knew what Jack thought, the assumptions he’d made that day. He thought she’d been the one to get him transferred—probably assumed that she’d gone to Davis that morning to complain about him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much she could do about that. She’d gone over Silas’s head to defend Jack, and in his book that was a major breach of loyalty. She had no doubt that Silas would fire her on the spot if he ever found out. So she’d bitten the bullet and let Jack go on believing the worst about her.
After all, he’d already despised her because of the Martino case. Adding another log to the fire wasn’t going to make much difference.
WHEN CAMERON GOT to Silas’s office she knocked on the door. He gestured for her to come in.
“Cameron—have a seat.”
She stepped into the office—a large one, by government standards, and richly decorated, too—and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Silas’s desk. “Sorry that I’m going to have to keep this short. I have to be somewhere in less than an hour and I need to stop at home first.”
“I won’t keep you long,” Silas said. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. You know, with everything you went through last weekend.” Although his words were polite, there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Perhaps anger, even.
Cameron answered cautiously, unsure how much he knew. “I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.”
“You can knock off the vague routine, Cameron—I know all about the Robards investigation. The FBI director called me from D.C. this afternoon to say how much he appreciated our office’s cooperation in the matter. Of course I had no idea what he was talking about. I guess he just assumed that I would be in the loop when one of my AUSAs is an eyewitness to a crime that involves a U.S. senator and is placed under protective surveillance. I guess I would’ve assumed that, too.”
Since the cat was out of the bag, Cameron tried to smooth things over. She could imagine how much Silas had disliked being caught unaware with the head of the FBI. “I’m sorry if you were caught in an awkward position with Godfrey,” she said. “The FBI agents in charge of the investigation said I wasn’t supposed to discuss the specifics of what happened with anyone.”
“I understand it’s a confidential matter, but I need to be aware when threats have been made against one of my attorneys.”
“And if I receive any actual threats, I’ll let you know. But so far this is just a precautionary measure.” Cameron couldn’t tell if he was appeased or not. She thought it might be best to distract him, get him off topic. “I don’t know if the director mentioned this, but Jack Pallas is running the case.”
Which was why she could never let him find out how she’d stepped in to help Jack three years ago.
Silas had raised holy hell with the Department of Justice, demanding that Jack be fired for inappropriate conduct because of his comments. Cameron suspected this had less to do with Silas being offended on her behalf, and more to do with keeping everyone’s focus on something other than the real issue: his decision to not file charges against Roberto Martino.
What Silas hadn’t known was that Cameron had a contact at the DOJ—an old friend from law school—and that she had worked behind the scenes, trying to get him to agree to transfer Jack instead of an outright dismissal. To help strengthen her case, she’d gone to Davis’s office early one morning a few days after Jack’s comments. It was a risk, she’d known, but she’d also known that Davis had been fighting for Jack and her instincts had told her she could trust him. She explained the situation, that Silas was angling for Jack’s dismissal, and passed along the name of her contact at the DOJ. Two people working behind the scenes were better than one, she’d told Davis, then asked that he never discuss with anyone the purpose of her visit.
“Why are you doing this?” Davis had asked as he walked her to his office door. “After what Jack said about you, I would’ve thought you’d be happy to see him dismissed.”
Cameron had asked herself this very question. The answer, simply, came down to her principles. No matter how angry she was with Jack for his comments, when it came to her job, she put personal differences aside. Even in this case.
She’d read the files. Silas hadn’t read them, and the higher-ups in the DOJ hadn’t, either, but she doubted anyone could know the things she knew about those two days Jack spent in the hands of Martino’s men and not have complete, utter respect for his dedication to his job. He may have had a lot of room for improvement in the personality department, but he was an incredible FBI agent.
“Do you want to see Jack get fired?” she’d asked Davis in response to his question.
“Of course not. He’s probably the best damn agent in the Bureau.”
“I agree.” With that being said, Cameron had opened the door and walked out of his office—
And spotted Jack standing across the hall, staring at her.
She’d had a moment of panic—no one was supposed to know she was there. But she kept her expression flat and emotionless, and walked out without a word.
She knew what Jack thought, the assumptions he’d made that day. He thought she’d been the one to get him transferred—probably assumed that she’d gone to Davis that morning to complain about him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much she could do about that. She’d gone over Silas’s head to defend Jack, and in his book that was a major breach of loyalty. She had no doubt that Silas would fire her on the spot if he ever found out. So she’d bitten the bullet and let Jack go on believing the worst about her.
After all, he’d already despised her because of the Martino case. Adding another log to the fire wasn’t going to make much difference.
WHEN CAMERON GOT to Silas’s office she knocked on the door. He gestured for her to come in.
“Cameron—have a seat.”
She stepped into the office—a large one, by government standards, and richly decorated, too—and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Silas’s desk. “Sorry that I’m going to have to keep this short. I have to be somewhere in less than an hour and I need to stop at home first.”
“I won’t keep you long,” Silas said. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. You know, with everything you went through last weekend.” Although his words were polite, there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Perhaps anger, even.
Cameron answered cautiously, unsure how much he knew. “I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.”
“You can knock off the vague routine, Cameron—I know all about the Robards investigation. The FBI director called me from D.C. this afternoon to say how much he appreciated our office’s cooperation in the matter. Of course I had no idea what he was talking about. I guess he just assumed that I would be in the loop when one of my AUSAs is an eyewitness to a crime that involves a U.S. senator and is placed under protective surveillance. I guess I would’ve assumed that, too.”
Since the cat was out of the bag, Cameron tried to smooth things over. She could imagine how much Silas had disliked being caught unaware with the head of the FBI. “I’m sorry if you were caught in an awkward position with Godfrey,” she said. “The FBI agents in charge of the investigation said I wasn’t supposed to discuss the specifics of what happened with anyone.”
“I understand it’s a confidential matter, but I need to be aware when threats have been made against one of my attorneys.”
“And if I receive any actual threats, I’ll let you know. But so far this is just a precautionary measure.” Cameron couldn’t tell if he was appeased or not. She thought it might be best to distract him, get him off topic. “I don’t know if the director mentioned this, but Jack Pallas is running the case.”
