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"Been like that for a couple of days."
"Last week she went home to Cape Town. Can you track her movements while she was there?"
He sighed, but he didn't argue as he tapped his keyboard. "Well, she did, in fact, go to South Africa. I see her movements toward this address.” He pointed at his screen. “Spent about an hour there then went to this address, which appears to be a police station. Then back to the original address. These are all her movements other than stops at a few eateries. And after a day and a half, she was back."
I frowned at that. Maybe she’d told the truth and her brother did need her. But why? And why were the police involved? That part was what concerned me. If she was hiding some kind of family spat with her sister and her brother, it wasn’t ideal when she was on a mission, but Tabatha was professional. The question was, why was she talking to the police? If her sister was in trouble, then her sister was a risk, and I needed to know what the hell was going on there. "Thanks, mate."
Rook eyed me up and down. "Yeah, right. Would you listen if I suggested you ask the source if you want to know more?”
"And if the source lies?"
"Tabatha wouldn't lie,” he insisted.
I shook my head and laughed. "Rook, how long have you been here? Everybody lies."
Rook sighed. "She's not going to thank you for running her life."
"Good thing I don't need thanks."
He rolled his eyes. I could see the condemnation in them. Well, he could sod right off. My whole job was to keep my agent alive. If she was struggling enough for me to notice and she was talking to Cape Town police, there was something wrong. Something that made her vulnerable. Whether she knew it or not, she needed me. My whole job was to eliminate whatever was threatening her. So it looked like I was going to Cape Town to find out what the fuck was going on with my agent.
20
Gabe
As the Rogues manor came into view, I tried to cool the simmering anger I’d been fighting on the whole flight home from South Africa.
Lachlan turned his gaze to me and lifted a brow.
"What?" I said.
"You look pissed off."
"Yeah, well, she's hiding something vital from us. It's a fucking problem."
Lachlan shrugged. "This is Tabs. If she didn't say something, then there's a reason. Besides, we don't know if her sister is missing. That cop Bromstadt doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously."
"Right. Speculation, but either way, that's the first thing you come and tell your Ops Command. Because if your sister is missing or is in trouble, that can be used against Rogues. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Lachlan sighed. "Right. There's no reasoning with you when you're like this."
I turned my body toward him. "What the fuck?"
"There's no arguing with you when you're like this. Something out of your control might have happened, and you're well mugged-off about it. Which is fine, but there's no reason for you to act like a git. This is Tabatha. She has her reasons for keeping her personal life private."
"Her reasons? She's in trouble on an undercover mission. We have to be sure about our people, about what the fuck we're doing. And right now, Tabatha is making me very unsure."
Lachlan sighed. "Okay, I see your point, mate. I hear you. But this is Tabatha. She's beyond capable. Hell, she trained half your agents. I’m sure she just feels there’s no reason to worry everyone until she’s sure what’s happening. And she's aware of just what the fuck Oversight is doing, so cut her some slack."
I frowned at that. "That’s just it. She knows what Oversight is doing, well aware that they’re making some kind of play, but she’s still hiding things from me."
Lock shook his head. "I can see what you're thinking, what you're worried about. But you know that's not Tabatha. There are moments when I wonder if she loves Saff more than you do."
I growled under my breath. "Saff is my fucking sister."
"Yeah well, Saff is her sister by choice. So ask some questions, read the room. Something else is going on here. You and I both know it."
He was right about that. Something wasn't right. I just couldn't figure it out, couldn't fix the problem. All I knew was that I had Oversight breathing down my neck and making power plays, I had an agent in the wild, determined to do everything her fucking self, and my sister and my brother-in-law seemed to think it was a good idea to dissect my love life. "For fuck's sake, Lock." I cut him a glance.
