And she’d lost a sister-in-law.
Gabe had lost the head of the FBI at a time when he really couldn’t have anyone abandoning ship.
Hopefully, Kate Natalia was ready to go.
She was about to be bumped from Director ofThe Special Victims Unitto Director of the FBI, leapfrogging Elizabeth for the position.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Yes, Elizabeth had about ten years on her with seniority, and yes, she had more time as a director, but Elizabeth would rather eat her own gun than be head of the FBI.
Hell!
She would have rather eaten her gun when she’d been shoved into this position, but again, Gabe had won on that one.
Moving up any further was a hardNOfor her.
It would mean giving up her division, and that wasNOThappening. Look at the cuckoos out there causing harm.The Violent Crimes Unitneeded her.
And she needed it.
Mostly, it kept her sane—until it didn’t.
“Thanks,” she said as they loaded up and hit the road. Time was of the essence because there was no doubt that Devon Slater would know when she touched that crime scene.
It was dangerous even going there, but she knew there was no choice.
Not for her, anyway.
“Light it up,” she said, sitting in the passenger seat as Raphael did just that.
The navigation system chirped their location and where they were heading.
“Okay, and now for the rules,” Raphael said as he drove them to the scene.
She sighed.
Well, no shock this was coming.
“What are the rules now?” she asked as the scenery flew by the windows.
Raphael told her.
“If it feels off to either one of us, Uriel is tossing you over his shoulder, and we are getting the fuck out of there.”
She laughed.
“Sorry. I pictured it. Kinky, Cas. Kinky.”
He pointed at her.
“Don’t be a menace. Ivan can’t wrangle you, but we willABSOLUTELYput your ass in a straitjacket and put you in the trunk for safekeeping. Our directive is to allow you to work, unless it becomes too dangerous. Then, our directive is to remove you at anyMEANS NECESSARY.”
She knew they weren’t kidding, either.
