Haven's research led her to one conclusion and that was that Campo was the next target. Reddington's dinner in Montreal solidified the deal and by the time Haven was walking in the door that night, they confirmed it. The next night, the team was going to attend a party in Miss Campo's honor.
When she woke the next morning, planning to spend the day getting ready for the party, her phone rang.
"Haven Masters," she answered the unknown number, an idea already in her mind of who it could be.
"This is Mr. Kaplan. Reddington has found a place suitable for you two to meet at privately each morning. I'm texting you the address and you need to be there in 20 minutes," she was instructed.
Haven caught a glimpse of her reflection in the microwave, "How far away is it? I just got out of bed,' she admitted.
She heard a slight chuckle on the other end of the line, "You need to be walking out of the door," then she heard the click of the phone call ending.
Haven raced to her room and threw on jeans and a sweater before throwing her messy brunette curls into a bun and raced to the address specified. When she arrived, she was surprised to find a quaint bookstore called Kramerbooks and Afterwords Cafe. She walked in and spied Reddington sitting in the back of the cafe sipping on a cup of coffee.
She joined him and saw coffee waiting for her, "It looks like you just rolled out of bed, Agent," he said with a warm smile crossing his lips.
Haven scrunched her nose, "That is because I did. Is there a reason we need to meet every day at this location?"
Reddington looked at her and leaned forward, "We have so much work to do together and I can't wait for the FBI to figure out all my leads. Elizabeth isn't as receptive as you so my dear, you are my number one voice in the field," he revealed before continuing, "I will give you the information I'm going to give Elizabeth first so that you can get a headstart on the digging."
"Won't the rest of the team get suspicious if I'm always one step ahead?" she replied, taking a sip of her own coffee which she noted was exactly what she would have ordered for herself.
Reddington shook his head, "I think you're good enough at your job that they won't even bat an eye. Let's begin. Tonight, I need you to be the first to get the team to go after the man I claim is the Freelancer. Can you do that?" he questioned, looking directly into her eyes.
Haven nodded, "You hired the Freelancer to kill her, didn't you?" She didn't know why this thought had just come to her but it did and she wasn't about to suppress it.
Reddington nodded as he stood, "See what I mean. See you at the party," he said as he left a ten dollar bill on the table before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "I think you would look very good in a red dress at tonight's event."
Haven felt chills going down her spine from his breath hitting her ear and she was glad he couldn't see her eyes close from the interaction.
She finished her coffee before heading back to her place to pick out a dress for the event. Haven smiled to herself when she opened her closet to find a new dress hanging from the door. It was, of course, red, skin tight with long sleeve and no back. His intrusion in her life should upset her but something about him stopped her from feeling threatened. She spent the day straightening her hair to pull it up into a tight bun and then pulled on the dress.
She took a cab to the hotel where the party was being held and found her team arriving one by one. Ressler's face looked shocked at her appearance, "Don't you think that's a bit much?" he asked.
Haven smiled coyly, "I think it is just enough. I'm going to blend in perfectly." She walked right into the party, getting a glass of champagne before Reddington and Liz approached her.
"Who is this exquisite creature?" Red asked, gesturing for her hand. She gladly handed it over and he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on hers.
Liz rolled her eyes as she introduced her coworker, "This Haven Masters. She's on our team. Haven this is."
"Raymond Reddington," Haven interrupted her, "I wrote my dissertation at Quantico about him. I would love to get to know you more," she looked up for a moment looking for the phrase, "up close and in depth if you ever have the time."
A satisfied smile crossed Red's lips at what she said, "Maybe someday we'll have the time. By they way, i read that and I must say you are the only person smart enough to know that i would never be caught unless I wanted to be. Enjoy the party," he said as he gestured for Liz to walk away with him and survey the room.
That night Floriano Campo died but it was also revealed that she didn't save a single girl but instead facilitated their journey into slavery. The investigation took all night so Haven was on the way to the bookstore still in her gown.