Their Condo
Almost Five
Saturday Night
Yeah, never let it be said that he wasn’t a team player, because Gene Cantrell absolutely was. That he was entertaining any of this was a sure sign that he bled red, white, and blue for the FBI.
Oh, and that he was batshit insane.
That was an absolute definite at this point.
What the hell was Gabe planning?
And why was he meeting someone unknown at a hotel—a luxury one—without having a clue as to what was going on?
He planned to be armed, twitchy, and extremely dangerous.
That might be extreme, but with Gabe…
One.
Never.
Knew.
Again, he wasn’t sure what the boss had planned, but it sounded sneaky, dirty, and definitely outside of the laws of the United States of America.
If he didn’t know that LaRue had played games in Colombia, he’d be worried.
Apparently, the FBI was bending rules in the shadows of some countries.
That he knew that made him hella twitchy about what he was going to be doing tonight.
When he got his message, his hope was Ethan would be keeping his ass inside their condo, too, but that was immediately dashed to hell and back when he saw Greyson’s text.
Well, what could possibly go wrong tonight?
What he’d learned since coming toPhiladelphiawas that the odds wereNOTin his favor, and if it was going to go to shit, here was the location it would blow up in their faces.
Look at the whole Javier Hughes bullshit.
Now, he had to share this all with his real partner, and figure out what they were up against.
Since Greyson was going to be watching Corbin tonight, acting like his babysitter, he was going up to his condo to get changed and ready.
When he was done, he would head down to their place.
Now, it was about getting his partner up to date. He’d opted not to send a text, simply because this sounded all kinds of shady.
He was betting Gabe had a motto on this one.
Leave.
No.
Trail.
Once inside the door, Ethan headed his way, and he was holding his phone.
