“If he comes back, I’ll expect it. He lived for this job, and losing it rattled him. Now, I have to go track him down. My partner…his one goal in life is to be the head of the FBI.”
She laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Who would want that?
That was insanity.
“Get him into therapy. Who the fuck would want to run this shitshow? You have to be out of your goddamn noggin towant to play this game as the boss. I can barely play it as a peon. Talk him out of that.”
Oh, he got what she was saying.
“I’ll try.”
He felt the same, too.
She tapped her fingers to her forehead, saluting him, and then walked around the flashy red car to get behind the wheel.
When she pulled out, he watched the Mercedes head out of the lot, and he whistled.
It looked like LaRue had it made. Her ME was taking damn good care of her. That car cost more than double their salaries.
Lucky her.
Because the day was ticking away, and he had a flight to catch, Gene flicked his cigarette into the dirt, and got into the rental.
Now, he had to get to Ethan, hope he wasn’t too far gone, and bring him home.
Oh, and forgive him.
Gene was trying to come to terms with that.
Chapter Three
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
FBI Satellite Office
Minutes Later
To say that he was worried about his agents would be an understatement. Greyson Croft didn’t like how angry Gene was when he headed out to confront Gabe. It was never a good plan to tangle with the bossman.
He could get mean.
Add in that Gene had been in a rage…
That was a bad mix.
How bad was he?
Well, Alice gave him an update when she drove his ass to the airport, and she said it was a rough one last night.
Yeah, that didn’t bode well for whoever came in contact with the man.
He.
