Them.
Instinctually, he put his hand over his gun and stood up. His head whipped around, trying to figure out where that sound had come from since it was so damn loud.
That’s when it hit him.
It was coming from down the street in the direction that Gene had gone.
Since his partner was unarmed, that made Ethan want to freak out.
Leaving everything behind, he raced out of the café, heading toward the sound.
Because he didn’t think it was a coincidence.
Someone, his man, had gotten himself into some shit.
And that scared him stupid.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Philadelphia, PA
Greyson’s Condo
When the call came in from his boss, he was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Oh, normally, the last person you wanted ringing your phone was the boss, but this time…
Yeah, it was going to be the kind of call that tickled Greyson pink.
And it was.
Like he’d hoped, Gabe had authorized picking up Sasha, AKA Daphne Carmichael, to bring her in for transport back to DC for a meeting with Gabe.
Oh, the shit was going to cover that woman so much so that she’d never dig out.
And he loved that for her.
Someone had dropped the spying ball, embarrassing the fuck out of Gabe.
Oh, she was not going to enjoy that transport or that meeting.
He’d bet on it.
Then again, knowing how Gabe worked, he’d likely give her some cushy job elsewhere, tucked away with a new identity.
Truthfully, as long as it wasn’t near him, he didn’t give a fuck.
The further away.
The better.
Last night had been the best sleep of his life, knowing that this had to terrify Gabe enough that he just might think twice when it came to screwing around.
Hopefully, the nasty was going to be out of his sight.
By nasty, he meant that particular redhead.
The whole call with Gabe had been the BEST call he’d ever had with him. It was exactly what he’d expected. Gabe had authorized a pickup to put her on a jet to DC.
Oh, and Greyson wasMOREthan happy to be the one to go rub it in her face.
