Only, their AI had advanced far enough that she caught onto his ploy.
She pointed.
“That is a dirty way to do me, Gene Patrick Cantrell. Very dirty.”
He was aware.
“She needs our help. Please?”
When she said nothing else, he thought the conversation was moot.
Until his phone chimed.
“Oh no. How did that happen?” she asked, and then, she said one more thing. “Keep my mother alive. I need her,” she said right before vanishing.
Oh, well, they would.
There was no way Devon Slater was winning this one. In that room, there was thirty years of experience being a Fed/cop. With Chris and Ethan, that was another forty years.
The man had picked the wrong dynasty to try to crumble.
Bet.
On.
That.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
The Bedroom
Same Time
Come To Jesus Talk
When Chris got to the bedroom door, Gryphen was standing guard, and stopped him.
“He’s not handling it well. I was there when he spoke toThe Hunters. Someone needs to calm him down. He’s in a bad place. He didn’t want to go behind her back, but he’s scared she’s not going to survive this. He’s one issue away from crashing out.”
Yeah, he was aware.
They all were, unfortunately.
Chris patted him on the arm, reassuring the man that it would be okay.
This too would pass.
Eventually.
“She knows,” he said. “When this is all said and done, if we survive it, she won’t be angry long. She’s just tired. I can see it in her eyes. She’s scared for our kids, for us, for you guys, and for herself. Elizabeth is feeling guilty that people are dying because of her. We’ll right the ship. Give us time.”
He stepped aside.
“I believe you,” he said.
Chris jerked his head toward one of the rooms.
“Go find your husband-to-be and take a break. We’ll be safe in there alone.”
