Page 363 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Working.”

“Traffic cameras?”

“Working.”

“Air support?”

“Requested.”

Vance took the phone. Elliot’s jaw tightened.

“Requested.”

“We’re not Los Angeles.”

“That’s not my problem.”

Vance turned slightly.

“No. Your problem is staying useful.”

Elliot stared. Ronan almost smiled. Elliot glared at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Fuck that word.”

Ronan’s mouth twitched. Good. Normal. Tiny. Then Vance’s phone rang. She answered.

“Vance.”

Pause. Her expression hardened.

“Where?”

Elliot leaned forward. Ronan grabbed the back of his hoodie and pulled him down.

“Sit.”

“Ronan.”

“Seatbelt.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later.”

Wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared. Ronan realized. Then actually laughed. Vance looked like she wanted another assignment. She ended the call.

“We have the vehicle.”

Elliot stopped breathing.

“Where?”

“County Route Twelve.”