He was honest.
“No, and he’s not going to. Loose lips sink ships, Blackhawk. I will bitch slap the pretty out of you.”
He snorted.
Greyson had nothing to worry about.
Trust and believe.
“I’m never speaking to Gabe again. I’m tapping out on that one. The further I stay from him the better. I want to throat punch him.”
Yeah, well…
“Join the club. That’s part of working for Gabe. He already told me to handle you and Gene. He wantsNOTHINGto do with you two menaces. You both did the unthinkable. You brokeThe Dragon Slayer.”
Ethan snorted.
He knew people like Gabe.
The power players in DC were all the same.
“He’s just going to lay low for now, so we don’t tell the media what dirty deed he pulled off with Daphne Carmichael. That’s all.”
Oh, he was aware.
“How’s tricks? Gabe said you guys caught a case.”
Yeah, about that.
A part of Ethan wished Greyson was watching the news, so he didn’t have to tell him they were boned six ways to Sunday.
Well, here it went anyway.
“We did, and we were just on the news. Someone tried to put bullet holes in Gene.”
There was silence.
Until there wasn’t.
“Jesus. H. Christ, Ethan. Please tell me you’re yanking my chain!”
Oh, he wished he was.
“I’m not. They nearly killed him, so now, I need aHUGEfavor.”
Greyson couldn’t wait to hear this.
He was absolutely handcuffing them to a light pole inPhilly. It would be the one in the FBI parking lot as soon as their asses were back.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Oh, boy. Can you two not die? I feel like you’re trying to commit suicide or something. You’re on a reservation. What the hell?”
He told him everything about the body dump, how they were dealing with the cops, and the way the media was called out on them. The whole time, Greyson said nothing, but Ethan heard the TV going on in the background.
