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“You. You’re standing there with hearts in your eyes because Hex laughed.”
“Fuck you, Hawke. You look the same whenever Devyn walks into the room.”
“I know.” Killian didn’t look upset about it. “You handle Jet with care.” Killian slid his hands into his pockets. “And I want to know your intentions.”
“Intentions? This isn’t the dark ages, and you aren’t her father.”
Killian just stared at him. Cain suddenly felt twitchy, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I want her, hell, I need her, but I’m sure as fuck not what she needs.”
“You should let her decide that.”
Cain shoved a hand through his hair. “I’m a killer, Killian.”
“So am I. That doesn’t stop me loving Devyn. It makes me better equipped to keep her safe.” He gave a rueful smile. “When she lets me.”
Cain needed to change the subject. “The warrants?”
Killian’s expression turned frustrated. “Nothing yet.”
Fuck. Cain wanted to take Weber down properly, not sneak in and kill him.
But he’d do what he had to. He always did. More lives would be lost if he didn’t stop Weber.
“Someone’s stalling the process,” he said.
Killian nodded. “Weber likely has friends in high places.”
Suddenly, Jet raced into the room with Devyn right behind her. Her face was pale.
Cain stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
“I just found that Weber has an encrypted email account. He keeps it hidden and I’m guessing he didn’t want it uncovered. He just emailed with the Red Clan. We have a problem. Abigproblem.”
Cain gripped her shoulder. “What is it?”
“He moved up the meet. The Albanians are coming in tonight. He’s selling the datatonightat the boathouse.”
Cain’s blood ran cold.Fuck. He met Killian’s gaze. “Someone tipped him off.”
“We have to stop him,” Killian said.
Cain nodded. “We have no choice. We have to go in, recover the tech and…”
“Neutralize Weber,” Jet said matter-of-factly.
She kept her gaze steady on him. He saw understanding in her eyes.
“He’s a bad man, Cain. He’s hurt lots of people. For what? More money? Power?” She lifted her chin. “I’ve gone over his records. He’s trafficked women and children, he’s sold weapons to terrorists, he’s stolen government secrets. He might sit in his fancy mansion doing his business, but his hands are dirty. He needs to go down.”
“All right, let’s plan,” Devyn said.
“The rest of my team are already en route,” Killian said.
Cain looked around. “What?”
“I called them in yesterday. Just in case. They land in two hours. Matteo, Nick, Hadley, Bram, and Boone Hendrix. I’m thinking about offering him a job, and want to see him in action again.”
“He wouldn’t take the job,” Jet said. “I know he’s good, but he’s a loner. His time in Ghost Ops… He lost teammates. I don’t think he wants another team. Plus, Atlas wouldn’t like New York City.”
