“Dinner in a private dining room at Jericho’s restaurant, Carole Jean’s.”
“We got pics?”
“I’ve got a text in to Jericho.”
“Nice.” Tank raked his fingers through his hair, and Sydney tracked his every movement like she was hunting her prey.
So sexy.
Brit returned. “We’re confirmed at Tucker’s. Team needs to be there and suited up by one-fifteen. We have the firing range to ourselves for an hour, then we move outside. Keep in mind, sunset is at five, so no shooting after four-thirty.”
“We’re using paint pellets,” Grey pushed back.
“I hear ya,” Brit said, “but it’s Tucker’s rules.”
“It’ll be enough time to keep us sharp, but if you’re not training at least once a week, you’re gonna get rusty,” Rebel said.
“We’ll grab an office,” Brit said before she and Rebel left the conference room.
“Sydney, you good?” Caroline asked.
“All set,” she said, her gaze sliding to Tank.
“Grey, until you get the rat problem under control, how ‘bout we work in my office?” Caroline asked.
“I’ll run out, grab a few traps—” Grey said.
“I’ll go with you,” Caroline replied.
After they left the conference room, Tank made a call, put it on speaker.
“Yo, brother,” said a man’s voice. “Rebel said you need vid from my restaurant.”
“Hey, Jericho,” Tank said. “If you give me access, I can review remotely from the Black Site.”
“You got it,” Jericho said. “I’m slammed right now. Plus, I’m two days out from back surgery. If you can remote in?—”
“Just need a username and password,” Tank said. Seconds later, he said, “I’m in. Thanks.”
“Good luck.” Jericho ended the call.
Tank shot her a smile. “First solid lead I’ve had in weeks.”
Sydney gave him a thumbs-up, then exited the conference room. In the quiet hallway, she called her boss, Lorne.
After a few rings, he answered. “Sydney, how are you doing?”
“Lorne, I’m not giving up the King A case.”
“It’s too soon for you to be back on the streets. Where are you?”
“Off the grid,” she said. “You can’t reassign that case.”
“The cellphone analysis team will review Naomi and Crafty Lamar’s calls and texts, along with any photos.”
That’s gonna take for-effin’-ever.
“That’s it?” she asked. “The case is in limbo?”
