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* * * The Blackhawks * * *
Interrogation Time
Jace Reyaund’s Cabin
Outside Of Holladay, UT
The Original Scene Of The Crime
As they were securing the mad bomber, Elizabeth’s watched vibrated, and that surprised her. Everyone who had access to her private phone, that was connected to her smart watch, knew she was out‘working’.
Why would they risk contacting her?
When she looked down, she saw it was a text from her one husband.
Now?
Had they lost their minds?
Clicking on it, she watched as it opened up, and she saw the words staring back at her.
And they weren’t good.
‘Call me when you can. Nine-one-one.’
Oh, Jesus.
What the hell was this?
All she knew was that this had better be really important. She was trying to clean up the mess they had, and the last thing she needed was more mess.
Then again, with this situation, that was a distinct possibility of happening.
AsThe Hunterswere handling the mad bomber, she glanced over at Gene.
“I just got a text from Chris. That means that Chris had to bypass my directive to MATE. If he did that, it’s not going to be good.”
She showed Gene her watch, and as soon as he read it, his eyebrow went up.
He didn’t like that.
“They wouldn’t bother us,” he admitted. “Something had to go down. They know we’re offline.”
Yeah, that’s what she thought.
“MATE, did you patch the text through from Chris?” she asked.
MATE’S voice came over the watch.
“Yes, Mother. I had no choice. I warned him, but he overrode with the master code. I would have warned you, but you told me to leave you guys to this. I didn’t know what to do.”
Well, that made her want to panic. All she could think was one of them was hurt.
Or one of her kids.
