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“So, that means we’re going to get him.”

“Him and so much more.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what she meant by that. My only concern was getting the target off Audrey and Spencer’s backs. After that, I didn’t give a shit what happened to that fucker.

“So, that’s it. We’ve nailed him,” Thumper grinned.

“Yeah, we just have to get this fucker before he sends anyone else after Audrey,” I muttered.

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Rae grinned. “I’ve got enough evidence piling up that I can send this asshole away for the rest of his life and the next two lifetimes.”

“What can we do to help?” I asked, ready to get to work and do something productive instead of sitting on my ass, waiting for shit to happen.

She grabbed a folder and tossed it on the table in front of me. “That’s the director’s movements throughout the week. We need a plan to corner him and take him down.”

I picked it up as Thumper strode over, looking over the folder with me. “When did you do all this?”

She smirked at me, still working on her computer. “You know I’m the best.”

“You called Dash, didn’t you?”

Her smile dropped and she narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you suggesting that I couldn’t have done all this on my own?”

“No. We’ve been moving constantly for the past forty-eight hours. You didn’t have the chance to put this together,” I pointed out.

I knew I had her, and based on the look she shot me, she knew it, too. “Fine. I asked Dash to help, but if you even think ofmentioning this to him, I will throw you in a cold, dark room and gut you like a fish.”

I rested my palm on the table, leaning forward as I lowered my voice. “You know, one of these days, this rivalry with him is going to end up with one of you killing the other.”

“We both know who will come out on top.”

35

AUDREY

There was some kind of rhythmic shaking that was keeping me from staying asleep. Whatever the hell it was, I was really pissed that it was disturbing my sleep. Then a crunching sound started. My eyes flew open and I strained to understand what I was hearing. It sounded like chewing.

What the hell?

Grabbing my pillow, I pulled it over my head and tried to block out the sound. Were there weird birds in my room or something? Maybe it was some kind of old house noise. But then the bed really started shaking.

I tossed the pillow off my head and flipped over as I sat up. “Alright—” I let out a harsh shriek, terrified when I found a man—most definitely not Slider—sitting in my bed.

The crunching and shaking immediately stopped. Those noises were definitely not old house noises. Nope, they were the sounds that came from someone chewing on chips. I shoved my fingers into my eyeballs and rubbed hard. After waking up as much as possible, I wiggled my eyes to the right position and stared at the offending sound.

Funyuns.

And those Funyuns were being chomped on by none other than Fox. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying desperately to get my harsh breathing under control. This man was in my bed.

I grabbed another pillow and swung hard, belting him upside the head. “What the fuck, Fox?” I shouted.

The door was flung open and Slider came storming in, his gun raised as he swept the room for intruders. I would have found the whole thing extremely sexy if it weren’t for the fact that I had been woken up by another man in my bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice. Thankfully, he was very expressive and I didn’t need to see his face to know what he was feeling.

“You know, still trying to keep my heart from leaping out of my chest in terror, but otherwise, pretty good,” I muttered.

“Fox, what the hell are you doing in here?”

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