“I need to delegate at work, so I have time for target practice and longer workouts,” Prescott said.
“Excellent first day, team.” Rebel dismissed them.
The team dispersed.
Day one, done.
In the men’s locker room, Rebel showered, dressed in a white shirt, black pants. No combat fatigues at ALPHA.
On the drive over, he stopped at a sandwich shop, bought half a dozen sandwiches. At ALPHA, he found Cooper in his office.
“Come in. Shut the door.”
Rebel pulled out two sandwiches, slid one over.
“Thanks,” Cooper said. “How was training?”
“Good first day.” Rebel bit into the turkey sandwich.
After pausing to eat, Cooper said, “Danielle and I talked to your hotel wedding planner. She said you texted her that we’re family. Thanks for doing that.”
“Absolutely.”
“You and Brit are getting the Alphabet Killer case,” Cooper said.
Relief, gratitude, and determination washed over him. “Thanks, Coop. What are you doing about her mentor?”
“I’m reassigning Addison.”
“Good call.”
Cooper chuffed out a laugh. “Anything else I can assist you with?”
Rebel smiled. “That’s it… for today. Seriously, I appreciate this. My family is wrecked over Kurt’s death. My aunt had to be hospitalized.”
Cooper pushed out of his chair. “Meet me in the conference room. I’ll talk to Brit and Karen, then bring Brit in.”
Rebel collected the bag of sandwiches, along with his bottle of water, and took off for the conference room.
While he and Brit had zero issues in the bedroom, he had a feeling he was about to get a whole lotta pushback from the feisty ALPHA Op.
And he couldn’t blame her. Teaming was his weakness. Never been good at it. Now he had to step it up with his rescue team… and with her.
Rebel’s family had been shredded, again. First his dad. Now his cousin.
He hoped Brit would put aside her professional issues so they could stop this monster before he killed again.
Britain
Brit spentMonday morning typing up her reports and closing out every follow-up request Karen had tasked her with. After lunch, she would talk to Cooper.
Slash was out of the office, so Brit worked at her desk. Unfortunately, Karenhadbeen there. Karen and her nonstop blather. At some point, Brit popped in earbuds. An improvement, but not a solution.
For Brit, there was only one possible way this situation could get resolved to her satisfaction.
During her career at DEA, she’d worked with agents she didn’t mesh with, but they’d focused on the job and gotten the work done. The bad guys were winning the war on drugs, so the agents stepped up, acted like the pros they were, and worked through their differences.
When Brit started working for Z, she soon learned that he was very used to getting his way,andgetting no pushback. While they’d had their share of arguments, she’d learned a lot from him. If nothing else, how to deal with a challenging superior.
