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“So Billie gets to know all about this guy’s fucked-up head, but not who he is? She’s not given a picture in case something happens and she sees him before he sees her? Does he have computer skills? Is that in the profile?”
Travis’ eyebrows dipped. His head tilted to the side. “Why would you ask that?”
“Is that in the profile?” Brett ground out.
He didn’t answer at first. “Yes. We believe he has or used to have a high-level computer job.”
“I thought you knew who he was?”
Travis’ face was like stone again, giving nothing away. His eyes flicked to me as he answered me, “We have a name. We don’t have anything else. It’s not enough, even to you.”
Brett seemed to know what that meant, but I didn’t.
His eyes closed, and his hands balled into fists, one of them still holding a pair of my leggings.
“What?” I looked between the two of them. Neither would look my way. “What does that mean?”
Travis grimaced, raking a hand through his hair before he turned toward the hallway.
“Brett.” I waited.
He wouldn’t look at me.
“Brett!”
His eyes lifted, and a tsunami of anger, regret, and fear mixed in there together.
My voice quieted. “Tell me what that means.”
“Don’t,” Travis warned, still not looking at me.
“Means he’s government or he was government.”
My heart lurched. “What specifically does that mean?”
“That means,” Travis rejoined the conversation, his head turning to lock eyes with me. “He has skills that we’re probably not accounting for.”
“Thought you said he was a fighter,” Brett remarked.
“It fits,” he shot back. “He knows how to fight. He didn’t engage with you because he didn’t have time. Also accounts for why he was comfortable enough to even try at the gas station with such a short window.”
Brett wanted to hurt Travis. I could see it in the way he watched him. That darkness was there, needing violence. I knew it now, seeing it on his face when he slammed my attacker to the ground. It was there on his face again, but lurking. Hidden.
I saw it because there was a part of me that could feel him inside me. My own darkness stirred, rising up, matching what was already in Brett. It was more than knowing how to handle himself or how to shove against a guy on the football line. This was deep. Did it come from his childhood? Or his own brother? He’d not gone into great detail, and I wanted to know. I wanted to know so badly that I could taste it, but yeah, whatever had created the darkness in him, I knew it was there because I had it too.
“Who is this guy?”
“Broudou,” Travis clipped out. “I can’t. It could be my job.”
Brett went to a whole new level of scary. He didn’t move a muscle, but somehow everyone in the room knew it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“A reminder here,” he said quietly. “You guys want to find him. That’s your job. Her job isn’t being kept in the dark. She does not need to adhere to any of your rules. She has done nothing wrong—”
“He wants to kill her!”
“No shit. So give her a fucking fighting chance. Give us a name. Give us a picture of this guy.”
“And if we’re wrong? We could be destroying some guy’s life if we’re wrong.”
