His jaw tightened, accentuating the fine lines around his mouth. “I think someone targeted that ship, and I can’t see that happening without inside help.”
“I wish I could remember what they were testing. It’s probably the one piece of intel that would break this wide open.”
Zain focused on her as he stopped for a red light. “You survived. In the end, that’s all that matters.”
He hit the gas, heading toward the café when her phone buzzed. “That better not be Atticus sending you on a rescue.”
She sighed. “I’m sure Mac’s read him the riot act after everything that’s happened. Not that Atticus wouldn’t push his luck if he deemed it worthy.”
She swiped the screen, frowning at the message on the home page.
Zain slowed and angled the truck over to the curb, Kash pulling in behind him a few seconds later. “What’s wrong?”
She glanced at him, then back to her phone before handing it over. “A motion alarm just went off in my boathouse.”
“Just the motion? No door alarms?”
“It’s the separate one you set up. I believe you called it a failsafe.”
Zain shoved the truck in park, then jumped out, jogging back to talk to Kash. Saylor watched him in the rearview, arching a brow once he’d returned.
He shifted it into drive, then spun the wheel,heading back toward her place. “Jordan’s calling Greer to let her know we’re checking out a possible break and enter. With any luck, it’s only a malfunction.”
“If you thought it was a malfunction, you wouldn’t have that furrow along your brow.”
Zain chuckled. “The timing just concerns me.”
“You think that guy from my apartment’s back for a second round?”
“I think we need to be prepared for anything, so stay close. This could get ugly.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zain killed his headlights as he reached the parking lot, covering the last hundred yards with the only light coming from the red glow along the horizon. He parked a fair way back from the building, rounding his truck then lowering the gate. He opened a container — removed two ballistic vests along with a few other countermeasures.
Saylor turned over the vest he handed her, arching a brow at him. “Am I crazy, or do you just happen to have a vest that’s my size in your gear?”
He sighed. “I doubt you’re that surprised.”
“Actually, I’m touched.” She slipped it on, securing the straps. “I didn’t bring your spare…” She shook her head when he handed her a twenty-two. “Do I want to know how many weapons you actually own?”
He smiled. “After everything that’s happened since we moved here, not nearly enough. You good?”
He turned when she nodded, sizing up Jordan as sheand Kash stopped next to his truck. “Glad to see you’ve made peace with wearing a vest, Jordan.”
Jordan huffed. “It’s the one downside of being a deputy instead of working Shadow Ops. I feel… burdened.”
“Burdened beats shot.” Zain motioned to Kash. “You and Nyx good?”
Kash glanced at Saylor’s boathouse. “I really hope we don’t need everything strapped to my vest, let alone yours.”
“You and me both, brother. We’ll check out the junction box, first. See if there’s a reason none of the other alarms went off, then clear the office before moving onto the boathouse.”
Kash waved Zain ahead, falling in behind the others, covering everyone’s six as they quickstepped across the lot and down the side of the building. Zain headed for the electrical box at the far corner, cleared the area, then flipped it open.
He cursed, grabbed his cell and snapped a photo of the device clipped to the wires. “That’s not a good sign. Jordan? Does the unit look familiar?”
Jordan huffed. “You mean other than matching the tech level of the drone? That’s military or agency spec, no question. I used something similar working for Scythe.”
