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A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He glanced back, expecting to see Tucker. Instead it was Evan. His face was grim, and he nodded.
At first, Harper didn’t understand the silent meaning. But then Harper thought about Texas and everything that had happened with Evan’s wife. There was someone else willing to back Harper up on this.
He’d never been more grateful to anyone than he was right then.
Zora kept talking. “There isn’t anything we can do for Robin until we get a read on her GPS tracker. Spending time looking for her is a waste. We’re better served locating the laptop. With that, we are better armed to deal with Daar.”
“Better armed?” Harper snorted. “We have Daar’s confession on tape. What do we need the laptop for?”
Zora clasped the tablet in front of her. “The laptop is bait. We know Daar will do everything he can to recover it because based on the recordings he believes there is information on it that could be damaging to him. Whoever has the laptop has leverage.”
“Fifteen-year-old leverage?” Harper snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think so. In his shoes? I’d get out of the city. I’d go.”
“But you aren’t Daar. You fail to understand the way that powerful men think.”
Harper opened his mouth, but someone yanked on the back of his shirt. He staggered back, glaring at Logan’s head as he stepped in front of Harper.
“What would you have us do?” Logan asked. “Until Diha uncovers something, can we assist in any way?”
Harper had heard enough.
They’d be put on some busy work, something that might yield results, but didn’t really matter.
Yeah, he was out of this.
He turned and left the conference room. They’d done this song and dance before. Harper knew that Robin’s life didn’t really matter to Zora.
Did anything?
“Want to take a walk?” Tucker drawled.
Harper frowned over his shoulder. He hadn’t realized Tucker had left with him.
“Not really,” Harper said.
“Too bad.” Tucker nodded at the side entrance. “Come with me.”
Restless and without a better option, Harper followed after Tucker. They stepped out onto the sidewalk as a gust of chilly air blasted them.
“Fuck me,” Harper muttered.
Tucker shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled his cap down farther on his head.
It was hard to see Tucker and Zora together working. Tucker was a redneck in the truest sense of the word. He’d been raised in the backwoods of Louisiana and Texas, living mostly off the grid. He was quiet and kept to himself all of the time, which did kind of make sense when paired with Zora. She was a woman who commanded a room. She probably had some Ivy League degree. Tucker’s circumspect nature toward people probably paired well with Zora’s inherent distrust of everyone.
Come to think of it, Harper knew very little about Zora. They all did. She was simply the power that drove them most of the time. So cold and unfeeling.
“How do you do it?” Harper blurted.
Tucker frowned at him. “What?”
“How can you be with her? How can you stand there and support her decisions when she gives no fucks about what happens to people like Robin?”
Shit.
Harper should not be asking Tucker about this. It was shitty.
“For the record, I’m not with her. We’re friends. And I take walks,” Tucker said.
