Page 73 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

She frowns and looks between us, like she can’t quite believe this could happen to her.

“I won’t let go of you again,” Julian says.

“Me either,” I add from the bed.

He pulls her into his arms, her towel-covered body pressed against his bare chest. She keeps her eyes on me over his shoulder, and something tightens in my throat at the look she gives me.

“As much as I want to wrap that towel around your neck and fuck you until you pass out,” I say on a sigh, “we have to talk about Emily.”

She nods against Julian’s shoulder, the fight going out of her posture.

After Julian and I shower, separately, because none of us are ready to test those particular waters yet. The three of us gather in the small room I’ve set up with monitors. The space is sparse, just a desk, two chairs, and screens that cast a cold glow across the walls. The computer, though… This place doesn’t do it justice. If tech could be hot, this would be fire.

Lee sits in the chair I pull out for her. I log into my private database and step back so she has full access.

“Show me what you found.”

“I haven’t gone through everything. But I found enough.”

She clicks on the video log labeled Day One.

CHAPTER 22

Lee

The screen flickers then steadies.

Her face fills it, and my heart warms. I miss her so much.

The zoom is too close at first, with just one eye and half her cheek. She mutters something under her breath and adjusts the camera.

“Okay. Hi.”

She looks so young.

“Day one of my assignment.” She grins and then catches herself, trying to be serious. “They’re letting me sit in on preliminary narcotics research tied to distribution networks.” Her voice lifts at the end of the sentence, like she’s proud she was brought in on such an important assignment.

I remember that week. She was buzzing around the house. I thought it was a boy. I didn’t even ask.

“I won’t be in any danger. That’s Lee’s thing. She’s the brave one. The scary one. The one who walks into a room, and everyone bows because she is so above them all. And she totally is.”

Her fingers twist in her sleeve. She believes everything she’s saying even if she’s nervous.

“I just want to help,” she continues. “Drugs ruin families and hollow people out.” Her voice steadies. “This project is about understanding new synthetic compounds before they hit the street. Early detection makes for early intervention.”

Synthetic compounds. I taste bile from the back of my throat.

“They said I have good instincts. But more than that, I blend in, so I’ll be able to hear things other agents won’t. My handler thinks I’m perfect for it.”

Her smile softens there. It isn’t forced. It's genuine.

She wasn’t chosen because she blended in. It was because she looked harmless and friendly. The kind of person strangers trusted without thinking twice. Emily never looked for the worst in people. She assumed everyone else saw the good she did.

“She doesn’t even know I agreed to this yet. I’ll tell her once it’s official-official.”

My hand tightens around the edge of the desk.

“You should have told me. You should have said something. I would have burned that building down before I let them near you,” I whisper to the screen.