Page 34 of Force At Third

Marks’ lips form a straight line.

“Oh my God, did he kill?—”

“No. Jesus, CeCe, no,” I say then notice she’s looking toward Roman’s place.

“Let’s get you to work. I’ll fill you in on our way.”

I fill her in on almost everything because she needs to know. However, I wasn’t prepared for her to be so angry, and for that, I’m glad.

She doesn’t like the fact I’m staying at her workplace, but I promised to become invisible once I walked through and at least one of her coworkers was here.

When she opens the door and enters, I hear something—someone whistling. I step in front of her and hold up my hand, placing a finger in front of my lips. Then I reach inside my jacket for my Glock and take my first step.

CeCe tugs my jacket. “Hey.”

I look back at her.

“It could be any one of my people here. You can’t go in there waving around a damn gun,” she whispers.

“How many have access?”

“Doc and his wife.” She scowls.

“Are they ever here this early? Are they whistlers?” I cup my ear and point in the direction I hear water running. “Do they shower here?”

“Fair point, but the whistle is clearly female. And whoever it is, I doubt they’d be armed and showering at six in the morning.”

“And William could have easily picked up a partner, who might just be female.”

She shakes my head. “I know that whistle. I think it’s Cora; she works here.”

Cora. Cora isn’t that common a name, and I placed it on a list today.

“She has access to keys?”

“It’s possible. It’s not like she couldn’t have gotten a copy if she needed it. Let me go first.”

“Hell no,” I hiss.

“It wasn’t a request.” She ducks under my arm and pops up right in front of my fucking gun.

“Dammit, Cecilia.” I point it down.

When we get to a door that’s cracked, she doesn’t hesitate; she blows right the fuck in.

I’ll be addressing that shit when there’s time.

On the floor is a duffel bag, and draped over a desk chair is a pair of scrubs.

“It’s Cora, and like I said, she works here.”

“How do you know?” I whisper back.

“She loves big dogs, and she cannot lie.”

“What?”

She points to the scrubs that say just that. “They’re hers.”

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