Not to mention the possibility that the destruction might not be limited to just a tainted reputation. Real danger loomed over every move they made. If he asked her to do this, he’d have to level with her about the potential for disaster, however slim it might be. But was he really giving her a choice by coming clean with the hazard potential, or making it even harder for her to turn down a good friend in need? He’d help her if the roles were reversed, no matter what the stakes—and he knew she’d do the same. Just by asking, he wouldn’t be giving her a choice. He’d be making it for her. But what choice did he have? The conspiracy his mother had uncovered was bigger than all of them. He’d just have to trust that the simple act of arranging an Airbnb wouldn’t put her in danger.

“I know someone who fits the bill,” said Devin. “I’ll give her a call.”

“Her? Ex-girlfriend?” asked Berg. “Probably not the best idea.”

“No. A good friend from high school that I see every few years. A combat-decorated Marine helicopter pilot who recently left active duty,” said Devin. “I didn’t know she was back in town until she stopped by the funeral home.”

“Is she looking to continue the adventure?” asked Berg. “We can pay a good salary in Visa gift cards.”

Devin stifled a laugh. “No. I’m hesitant to even ask her to help. I don’t want her getting dragged into this any further than making the Airbnb reservation and getting the keys. It’s been four years since I’ve last seen her. Not counting my mother’s wake.”

“Did she stay long?”

“No,” said Devin.

“Have you had any contact with her since the wake?”

“No. Just a few texts back and forth about grabbing coffee or a drink.”

Berg appeared to be giving it some serious thought.

“She won’t be on their radar,” said Berg. “They probably started watching you the day after your mom’s death, looking for any suspicious contact. If you haven’t met with her, she’s in the clear. You haven’t met with her, have you? Now would be the time to fess up if you’re keeping a secret.”

“I haven’t met with her,” said Devin. “I wanted to, but—”

“Yeah. Yeah. I get the picture. You didn’t want to look too desperate,” said Berg.

“Well. I don’t know if I’d go that far.”

Berg raised an eyebrow, more or less shutting him up.

“Anyway. I highly doubt they’re watching her if the two of you haven’t met up,” said Berg.

“I feel like we’re taking a risk,” said Devin. “And putting her in danger.”

Berg didn’t answer right away. He appeared deep in thought—a pose he had apparently perfected.