“Me,” Twister said.
That didn’t surprise anyone.
“Wheels.”
I nodded.
“Hodge.”
Hodge stood already.
“Magnum.”
“Got it.”
“Swift.”
Swift’s face gave nothing away, but his body shifted like he’d been waiting for the order.
Goldie’s chair scraped back.“I’m going.”
“No,” I said automatically.
Her head turned toward me.“Excuse me?”
“No.”
“Do notnome right now, Wheels.”
I stood too.“Goldie—”
She pointed at the laptop.“I know him.Maybe not well, but I’ve seen him.I know the documents.I know what he signed.You need me.”
“We don’t need you walking into danger.”
Her eyes narrowed.“I’ve been in danger since before I came here.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to drive you toward more of it.”
“Wheels.”
“No,” I insisted.
Twister watched us for about five seconds before cutting in.“She’s coming.”
My head snapped toward him.“Prez.”
“She’s right.”
I hated that.Twister knew I hated it.He didn’t care.
“If Gene says something about those papers, she’ll understand it faster than we will.”His gaze shifted to Goldie.“But you listen.You stay between Wheels and me.You don’t wander.You don’t argue once we’re there.”
Goldie lifted her chin.“I can do that.”
I looked at her, and she didn’t look away.
Stubborn woman.
