“I had a missed call from Reed. That was it.”
Dammit!
“So, Myers said to let him go, and they did?”
“No. Myers personally let him go.”
I must have misheard. “What do you mean, he personally did? He doesn’t have that authority.”
“Myers explained to our boss that releasing Marco was the only option. He believes Marco will lead him to someone further up the chain. And somehow he convinced our boss it would work.”
I stop pacing. “That’s what he said about Bennett!” Ipinch the bridge of my nose as a headache is coming on. “And what about Savvy? Marco will go after her again.”
“I’ve been talking to my supervisor this morning, trying to get more funding approved for her protection.”
I take a calming breath, but it doesn’t help. “Let me get the straight. Your agency keeps putting her in danger and you have to go through some administrative bullshit to consider having her protected?”
“Just a second,” she says. A door closes and then she clears her throat. “I would not put it that way. We have procedures we have to follow here. I can’t make decisions without coordinating with the team.”
I really wish I was working with Harding on this. She does what is necessary to get the job done. Maybe the CIA has more leniency than the FBI.
“Look, I’m doing what I can to get everything signed off today, tomorrow morning at the latest. Are you with her now?”
I shake my head. “Of course I am.”
“Good. Stay with her as long as you can. And I’ll ask Myers to let you know if Marco looks like he’s going after Savvy again.”
“Fine.” It’s not fine, but I can already tell I’m not getting anywhere with this conversation.
I call Myers. It goes to voicemail. Yeah, I can imagine he’d ignore my calls. I get coffee going while mulling it all over. Maybe Moose can come by while I go visit Myers. I want to look the asshole in the face when I give him a piece of my mind.
I send a text to Moose explaining everything. He responds right away that he’s on his way over.
Savvy steps into the kitchen. “The coffee smells good.”
I pull out a mug from the cabinet and hand it to her. “I don’t have any creamer. Sorry.”
“That’s fine. I don’t use any.”
I watch her as she pours her coffee and then sits at the kitchen table. It amazes me that there was a time when I was so angered or frustrated by her because now I love everything she does.Love. I think about it for a minute. Yep, I’m in love with her.
“What?” she asks. “Do I have something on my face?”
I sit down across from her. “Nope. Just admiring it.”
She rolls her eyes. “God, you’re getting sappy.”
I lean back. “Better than grumpy.”
That earns me a smile.
I glance out the back door and spot a squirrel on a limb of the one tree in my backyard. Once he’s out of sight, I turn back to Savvy. “They let Marco go.”
She sets her cup down. “I can’t keep doing this.” Her voice cracks. “Every time I feel safe, he’s there.” She’s right. “Why, though? Aren’t they charging him?”
“Apparently, Myers ordered his release, hoping to catch some bigger fish.”
She curls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around her knees. “I have to continue hiding then.” She sounds defeated.
