Page 105 of Dangerous Mission

In the cafeteria, Agent Torres is holding court with a few nurses.Shit, that didn’t take him long.He says something to them and the three women toss frowns our way before heading off. But not before one of them passes him a piece of paper.

“What was that about?”

He lifts his brows. “I told them I needed to go take your asses to jail, and I’d have to come back another day.”

“They looked like they’d haul us out in a trash bin if you asked them to.”

Again Torres grins. “Never piss the nurses off.”

Griff takes a cup of offered coffee.

Torres passes me one and motions toward the table by the windows.

I’m not up for a fireside chat, but questions have been pressing in on me for hours. Torres will have the answers.

Griff looks like he’s seconds away from stuffing his fist into someone’s face. Mine or Torres’s, I don’t know.

I get it. The man lying in that hospital room hurt his little sister. The same man I’m determined to make pay. Through legal channels or through other means. I don’t care.

Torres stirs a pack of sugar into his paper cup and leans back in his chair. “She’s going to have to press charges.”

Griff’s fingers tighten around his cup, threatening to crumple the shape of it. I keep my hands on my thighs, but I also clench them.

I’m the first to speak. “I don’t want her to testify.”

“I get that.” Torres nods. “No one wants someone they love go through that.”

I take a drink of the craptastic coffee, trying to wash down the acid churning through me. “Is there any other way… you know, some other option here in Vandemora?”

He considers his words as he stares into his cup. “There could be. I’ve been thinking about something.”

My phone dings in my pocket. “Excuse me, I need to talk with my team.”

By talk, I mean text as there’s no guarantee a fucking signal is going to work here. I stand up from the table and move to the other end of the room.

Justice:Sorry, I was driving. Bad signal.

Me:Driving where?

Justice:The Professor is taking me to the next cave for recon. Beast put me on this.

Worry slices through me.

Me:Who is with Aria?

Three little dots appear, they blink. And blink. And blink.

Me:Repeat, where is Aria?”

Justice:At the farm.

I run down the mental list of our men. Beast is in a meeting in Karma. We’re two men short. Justice knows better than to leave a sedated woman alone.

Which means if Justice isn’t at the farm, then that leaves the Russians.

Agent Torres and Griff whip theirheads in my direction as I shove between two tables, knocking a chair over in my haste.

“I’ve got to get to back.”

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