“It was all Slash,” Carrera said.
“Team effort.” Slash smiled at her husband. “Red, you should come to training. You’d love it.”
“Ileftthe group,” Simone reminded her.
“It’s time to come back,” Slash said. “At least, check out our training.”
Excitement pounded through her.I would love that.
“Don’t you need to clear that with someone?” Simone asked.
“If I could bring Elsa, I’m sure Rebel would have no prob if you joined us. Even if you just did target practice, it would be great shooting alongside you.”
“I’ll let you know,” Simone replied.
“Simone, let’s chat before dinner,” Carrera said.
“Absolutely,” Simone replied.
In the kitchen, Simone collected her computer bag, followed Carrera down the hall to his home office. He sat behind his desk, she eased into a guest chair.
She eyed the framed photos on the shelves behind him. Two snagged her attention. One of him and Slash at their wedding, sharing cake and laughing. She loved that Slash had found her person. The second was of Luciano, Carrera, Teddy, and Gabriel on the Omega, big smiles on their handsome faces.
They’re living their best lives.
“Do you go by Simone or Red?” he asked.
“At work, I’ve always been Red, but either works.”
“Alright, Red. I reviewed your history with the Bureau and with ALPHA. Impressive.”
“I had a good run.”
“Ever consider returning?”
“It’s crossed my mind,” she replied.
“Have you been keeping up with target practice?”
“No.”
“Tucker Henninger built a training town at Henninger Security. If you check it out, flash your badge and there’s no charge. The Bureau has an account with him.”
“Gotcha.”
“Let’s talk about your accounts.”
She set her laptop on the edge of his desk. “I tap out around thirty jobs at a time.”
His eyebrows jutted up. “That’s twice what the other watchers can manage.”
“I like staying busy, plus I work a lot of gigs at night. People get crazy when the sun goes down. I was reviewing a Baltimore detective for an Op position. On paper, he was perfect. I was about to send my report to Z, but decided to follow him onenight.” She leaned back. “My squeaky-clean cop was in tight with a drug dealer, and I’m not talking about someone working the streets.”
“Nice work.”
“Z was pretty hands off,” she continued. “He sent me cases, I’d upload my reports to the portal. On occasion, I’d meet with him in the dungeon.” A smile flitted across her face. “That basement office is one creepy place. Did you meet Ralph?”
“Who?”
