Closing the door, she let this play out partially because she was curious, and also because more times than not, Gabe had it coming.
Douchery was his middle name.
If someone was going to fuck around and find out, it was almost always going to be Gabe. He just couldn’t help but stick his nose where it didn’t belong.
Like in agents’ business.
Gene let him have it because it was a long time coming, and he was not letting it go this time.
“Imagine my surprise when my partner texts me that you’ve threatened to separate us or take his badge!” Gene stated. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he asked.
Elizabeth leaned against the door, watching the show go down. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she listened to Gene read Gabe the riot act.
Yep.
What Gene was accusing him of doing was definitely something Gabe would do.
Been there.
Been fucked over by him.
If the crime fit…
Gabe tried to get a word in edgewise, and it wasn’t happening.
“That’s not exactly…”
Gene pointed, shutting him up.
“You are a piece of shit for playing these games. It’s one thing to bust our balls for breaking the rules, but this? This is fucking foul!”
Yowza.
This was the kind of pushback he’d expected from Ethan, but here it was being delivered by the calmer agent. Apparently, they’d switched personalities.
It was time to handle this.
Gabe looked over at Elizabeth.
“Uh, you can go,” he said. “I can handle this.”
Oh, hell, no.
She shook her head.
“Nah, I’m good. We were having a meeting, and frankly, Gene and I are friends. I’m curious what you’ve done. Oh, let me guess…you played king where you had no business treading, and it blew up spectacularly because he won’t put up with your boss-antics either.”
He sighed.
“LaRue…”
Gene stopped him.
Oh, he was going to need someone to testify at his trial that the man had it coming for the shit he did in his downtime. LaRue was as good an alibi as anyone.
Hell!
From the sounds of it, she might hold him down.
