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“Okay.”
“Okay, as in you’ll let this go?” Jasmine asked.
“Yes.”
“Thank God. Now let’s see what else we can contribute. Are there any other owners associated with this shell company?” Garcia asked.
“Yeah, it looks like there’s another trust, but I can’t see who it belongs to. It could be a trust associated with Ricketts or it could be someone else entirely,” Guy said.
“So the operation could definitely continue, even if we get this Ricketts guy,” Mendez added.
“Fuck, let’s just hope this manager is a Reaper and he will have more information to share,” Jones said.
“Yeah, let’s hope.” I didn’t dare put too much hope into it. I didn’t want to be disappointed if it fell through.
“Can you check the cameras? I want to know when Abby is going to do this. I want to have her back, even if she doesn’t know I’m there,” I said.
“I’ve been watching the feed this whole time. She already left the hotel. I bet she’s going to the market like she said she would,” Guy said.
“Fuck, Jeremiah told her not to go back there.” Why couldn’t she wait thirty minutes for us to both cool down, apologize, and then work together?
Because this mission is personal to her.Fuck.
“That ship has sailed. Let’s just make sure that she’s covered. She probably has enough pent-up anger that she may be looking for a fight,” Wells said.
“You should tell her about angry make-up sex,” Yates said with a laugh. Both Christine and Jasmine snorted and then started laughing hysterically. All the guys were chuckling except me. I was imagining angry make-up sex with Abby, and I liked it.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock your pirate ass out,” I told Yates.
“So let’s plant ourselves close to the market. Guy, can you get a drone up in the air to keep an eye out?” Mendez asked.
“Of course,” Guy said with a roll of his eyes. He was an expert with that thing by now. That drone probably had more miles than some planes.
“All right then, let’s go.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
abby
God, I just wanted to punch Adam in the face. I’d had work with my fair share of annoying team members and agents, but none had worked their way so deeply under my skin as Adam.
It’s because you had sex with him.
Maybe it wasn’t the best move to sleep with him. I should have known that he would think that sleeping with me meant that he had a choice in what I did or didn’t do. The possessive bullshit was not attractive to me, and I didn’t tolerate it. I didn’t need a guy in my life to make me feel safe or secure; I took care of that myself when it was clear that no one in the Navy would help me. I’d been taking care of myself since, and it’s easier to rely on me than let someone else in. I didn’t easily trust, and it’s even harder for me to rely on someone else.
Horns honked as I marched my ass across the bridge at a fast pace, eager to findthe employerat the market and then get the hell out of there. I didn’t doubt Jeremiah’s warning; I was selected by the Reapers to be taken and trafficked, and while I could handle myself, I wasn’t ready to be taken yet. I needed to make sure that Adam’s team had my back, and to do that, we both needed to be ready to talk. I was still pissed off, and if anyone tried to snatch me, I’d send them to an early grave.
I approached the market and did my best to make myself look as intimidating as possible. For that reason I pushed up my sleeves and put on my resting bitch face. People, tourists and locals alike, moved out of my way as I entered the market. Those who didn’t flee began to whisper quietly.
I heard the word “innocent” whispered again.
I continued to look around as subtly as I could for any signs of the employer. I had a feeling I wouldn’t spot her, unless she wanted to be seen. I made a show of looking at a pretty woven tapestry, which I considered buying for my apartment, when I felt a presence beside me.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” the female voice asked, and I recognized it immediately. Luckily she didn’t make me wait long to speak with her.
“It is,” I answered with a slight nod.
“It was unwise to come back here.” She made a show of looking at the same tapestry.
