This was enough to make her want to be bitchy and slap the taste out of someone’s mouth.
Truth be told, Devon Slater was pushing his luck to begin with and making her jump through hoops to play this game of chess made her want to punch him in the balls.
REPEATEDLY.
That was for damn sure.
As they rolled under the tape, and she got out, a big man with a paunchy belly and beard headed her way. He looked like Santa Claus, but in a green uniform.
“Director?” he asked.
Well, no one else wanted to play‘switch lives with Elizabeth, so it had to be her.
She nodded and shook his hand. The whole time, both of her security were almost on top of her as they were eyeing up the man.
“Yes, and you are?” she asked.
He introduced himself.
“Billy Deen. I’m the sheriff here inCorpus Christi. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, Director.”
Yeah, her too.
Only, this was kind of her norm.
Death not only ruled her world, but it was that familiar friend you hated seeing but knew inside and out.
When the man moved closer, both Marines adjusted their stance.
She did too.
Elizabeth didn’t trust anyone, and it was clear that Raphael and Uriel were also not feeling it.
“That’s close enough,” Raphael stated, getting the man to give pause.
He stared at them, and blinked.
“Who are they?” he asked, eyeing up the two men.
Elizabeth knew that now wasNOTa good time to play games with the Archangels.
They were twitchy as hell being out in the open.
In fact, Raphael was so far up her ass, thanks to Ethan siccing him on her, that she could smell his cologne. Now she knew how Saint felt.
Just without all the fun.
“These are my testy Marine bodyguards who are trigger-happy. They don’t like people, and I don’t blame them, Sheriff. How about you just show me the scene?” she asked, knowing that with her luck, Devon was watching and ready to blow something up—like a gas station.
That would be a fireball of fun.
Clearly, the man didn’t get offended, but instead, he did do just that.
“This way, Ma’am.”
Following, she wanted to get in and then get out. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up, and that was never a good thing.
Maybe it was that they were in danger, or it could be Uriel’s breath.
