Page 7 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

One wrong move and she could run to her father. A man who led an agency consisting of thousands of special agents and intelligence analysts across both the United States and the world.

Thatman.

A man who could quickly put Crew’s balls in a vice and crush them.

Williams fucked him and not in a way Crew normally enjoyed. And that asshole probably knew all of the info Crew only learned and decided to keep it to himself.

He swung a leg over his girl and settled on the seat.

“That’s your ride?”

He glanced over to see Cabrera still standing a few feet away. “Yeah.”

“Pretty risky. I’d expect someone in your age bracket to ride a trike instead. No problems with your balance?”

Christ.He was only forty-three! Just a distinguished forty-three. “No walker or cane needed yet.”

“Impressive. Nothing like holding onto your youth by your fingernails.”

“Definitely going to regret this,” he grumbled under his breath.

“The day’s only half over. What do you want me to do for the rest of it, boss?”

For fuck’s sake.“Do you have the address for the plant?”

“I do. Williams gave it to me when he gave me my assignment.”

“Report there at 0800 sharp tomorrow morning. Do you live close, or are you going to need to find a place nearby?”

“Since I just transferred from Virginia, the agency set me up at the SpringHill Suites temporarily.”

“Where?”

“Near here.”

Crew shook his head. “We’re based out of Rockvale. I suggest finding a place closer.”

“Have any suggestions?”

He strapped on his brain bucket and made sure it was secure. “Nope. Your first assignment is to figure it out.” He pushed the starter and somehow managed to avoid a sneer when he said, “Welcome to the team.”

He revved the bike, causing Foxy’s engine to roar loudly enough to drown out her answer. With a two-finger salute, he put it in gear and gunned it, leaving her standing in his dust.

ChapterTwo

Cami double-checkedher GPS to make sure she was in the right spot. At first glance it appeared to be an abandoned building amongst many others in an industrial area of Rockvale. Or more accurately, an area that most industries had deserted years ago.

At this time in the morning, anywhere else would be considered rush hour with everyone heading to work. Here, she hadn’t seen one vehicle on the streets yet. No cars were parked in front of the brick building, either.

She glanced at the time on the dashboard. 7:56. There was no way she was too early. Senior Special Agent Colin Crew had told her “0800 sharp.”

The six-foot wood privacy fence jutting out from the left corner of the building looked on the newer side. Unlike the building itself. The boarded-up front entrance was tagged in graffiti. Neither the protective plywood nor the tagging appeared fresh. Even the windows on the second and third floor were covered.

“What the hell?” she murmured as she stared through her Audi’s windshield.

This was the address Williams gave her for the task force’s plant. She should’ve gotten Crew’s phone number before he took off on his damn bike, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

She had to admit, the silver fox looked damn good on that Harley. And the deep rumble of the bike had also done a thing or two to her.

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