“That means Fischer, Greer, and Murph are on the engine with you?” He knew all of this already. One of the first things he’d done after the fire at her house was to look into her coworkers.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“From what I’ve seen, you appear to be closest to Dean and Greer.” He wanted to learn more about her work dynamic so he could get a bigger picture of the team.
“Dean is like the big brother I never had, and Greer is like the little brother I never wanted.”
“I heard that,” Greer said through a mouthful of food.
“And?” She gave him a sassy face.
“You know you love me.” He batted his eyes at her.
She laughed.
Everyone filled their plates and dispersed into the dayroom. Sam took a seat in a recliner. Liam grabbed a metal folding chair that had been brought out, and pulled it up next to her.
“So, Marshal, what brings you to Renegade?” Tate asked before taking a bite of his pulled-pork sandwich.
“Call me Liam.” He looked to Sophia. “I got custody of my niece and transferred jobs. Renegade had an opening.”
“Oh.” Sam sat up straighter. “I don’t know if everyone has met her, but that’s Sophia.” Sam nodded toward his niece.
The guys all said hello. Sophia’s face reddened. She didn’t like being the center of attention.
“What do you do for the Marshals?” Dean asked.
“Before moving to Renegade, I was on one of the fugitive apprehension teams. Now I do courthouse security and transporting inmates to and from the courthouse, along with some witness protection duties.” He balanced his plate on his knee. “I’ll do apprehension if I’m needed, but my focus is the courthouse security.”
“How’d you and Sam meet?”
Liam swallowed his food. They hadn’t had time to discuss the logistics of their relationship. It was best to stick as close to the truth as possible. “The first time I met her was at that motel shooting she responded to. We didn’t say more than a few words to each other though.”
“Oh, wow. That shooting was wild. How’s the marshal that was hit?” Greer asked.
“He’s fine. Off for a few weeks’ healing.”
“What about the fugitive?” Sam asked.
He turned to her. She’d been the one to treat him, so her curiosity was natural. “I can tell you he lived.”
“That’s—” She shook her head.
“A miracle.” Liam finished for her. “The trajectory of the bullet missed all of the man’s major organs.”
She shrugged.
“Sometimes miracles happen. There’s no rhyme or reason to it.”
The alarms started to blare, dispatch calling a structure fire over the intercom.
Everyone jumped up and tossed their trash or set their plates on the counter.
He stood up and took Sam’s plate. “We’ll see ourselves out. Be careful.”
She nodded and disappeared into the bay with her crew.
“Come on, girls. Let’s do some cleanup, then we’ll head out.”
