Kash gave his buddy a shove. “You’re such an ass.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Kash rolled his eyes, picking up another piece. “I think this might be a gun.”
“The chip in here is insane.” Jordan placed it in her palm. “And might be the break we’re looking for.”
Foster moved in beside her. “You think Bodie can trace it?”
“If not, I’m betting Greer can call in some favors with the Bureau. If that fails, I can call Becca Tate. She basically told me to contact her if I ever found myself in a… sensitive situation.” Jordan held up her hand when Foster visibly paled. “I know. Cannon warned us to use her superpowers wisely or we’d have Homeland Security busting down the door. But if Bodie can’t uncover anything, I’m making the call.”
Foster took the chip, turning it over a few times before sighing. “Great, now I’ll have the thought ofagents breaking through the door stuck in my head.” He glanced at the sky when the rain got impossibly harder. “I think we’re clear. Let’s get inside. Regroup. See if we can get anything off that camera Kash strapped onto Nyx. Then, we’ll call in some favors because this isn’t pirates hoping to mete out some payback. This was organized. Highly specialized, and too damn reminiscent of all those missions we ran.”
Zain nodded, holding Saylor’s gaze. “I think it’s time we uncovered exactly what theVigilantwas researching. Because there’s no way we find a body you think’s connected to the crew, then some rogue squad comes after you. Twice.”
Saylor paled at the mention of the ship, her breathing kicking up before he squeezed her hand — smiled. “If I knew…”
“We’ll figure it out. But first, we get warm. Dry off. Have Kash brew some of his ridiculously insane coffee. Then, we dig in, because these assholes aren’t going to stop until we either take them down, or die trying.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you two look like shit.”
Saylor laughed as Foster kicked out a chair, then slid onto it, holding his coffee mug as if it were a lifeline.
He took a sip, glancing at Zain. “Didn’t you two get any rest since that showdown?”
Zain scoffed. “Did you? Because I don’t know when we would have had time. Between Greer having us walk her through the attack a dozen times before going over every frame of security footage for three hours straight, there hasn’t been time to breathe, let alone sleep.”
Saylor sighed. Zain had left out the part where he’d been making endless patrols through the woods in case they’d missed a camera or IED — or worse, the assholes had returned. But she didn’t call him out. Not when she knew it was all in an attempt to keep her safe.
To prevent another loss on his watch.
Foster merely nodded, the lines on his face a bit deeper than she remembered. She just wasn’t sure if itwas her situation or Mac’s pregnancy behind them. If the threat had struck a new chord.
She nudged Foster, motioning to him. “Hate to break it to you, Foster, but you likely look worse. How’s Mac?”
Foster groaned as he raked his fingers through his hair. “Puking. Again. Who knew making one tiny human could cause this much grief. The fact Jordan seems to be walking around as if nothing’s changed doesn’t soothe Mac any.”
Zain scoffed. “Jordan’s puking, too. But she said compared to all the shit Rook put her through, it’s not so bad.”
“Regardless, if this doesn’t stop soon, I’m worried Mac’ll shoot me in the ass.”
“Aww, I wouldn’t shoot you, Beckett. I’d stab you in the heart.”
Foster looked up at the doorway as Mac ambled through, wearing one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of sweats. Her hair in a messy bun that looked as if it might fall at any given moment.
He stood and pulled out a chair for her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were joining us? I wouldn’t have grabbed more coffee.”
“It’s fine. Coffee doesn’t set me off, anymore.”
“Since when?”
“Last night. In fact…” She wiggled her fingers at him.
He held onto it even after she’d grabbed the handle. “Are you sure?”
Mac raised a brow. “Do you really want to come between a pregnant woman and what she’s craving?”
