Page 33 of Fated Surrender

“Anyway,” Connor continued, ignoring the growls coming from Kate’s line.

“How about instead of three large groups going out and buying all the ingredients and cooking everything, we divide up the menu and each group will make a lot of certain items. We could have Thanksgiving at the school,” Connor suggested.

“I think that’s a great idea. Apartment buildings in New York do that, sometimes dividing up the cooking by floor,” she said encouragingly.

“Where can we get enough food?” Rebecca asked, looking at Connor hopefully.

“You kids leave that to me. I’ve been ordering food for years, we can get the food here,” Ma said, smiling at Connor.

“All right so, Caleb, you and Bran handle the turkeys. Ashby, take salads. Sebastian, side dishes. Rebecca, desserts. Nic, coffee. Ma and I will handle everything else,” Connor suggested.

“Connor saved Thanksgiving!!” Rebecca cheered.

“Saved? Was it in trouble?” David asked, walking in with Daniel and Mojo.

“Yup. We forgot the food,” Ashby admitted sheepishly.

“But, we have food now right? I haven’t had turkey in forever,” Daniel said, smacking his lips. Ashby glared at Gabriel.

“We will. I will also arrange for a selection of wines to be delivered,” Gabriel offered. Ashby smiled at his mate.

“I can’t wait to have Thanksgiving with everyone,” Sebastian said.

“Damian and I can do decorations,” Rian offered.

“A town Thanksgiving? Sounds fun. Maybe we can get Johnny, David, and Daniel to hook up some big screen TVs in the gym for football. I can order some kegs,” Mojo said.

Emmett and Duncan pounded fists.

“Now, you’re talking our language.” Emmet said and they laughed.

“It was under your windshield wiper on your truck,” Mojo said, handing another envelope to Connor. He turned and high-fived Duncan and Emmett before sitting down with Rex and Talon.

Connor frowned down at the envelope. “They must be sending me the stuff the Agency had,” he said to himself.

“Hey, Connor, we went over that footage like you asked,” David said, holding up a thumb drive.

“And?” Connor asked.

“Your killer is a twerp. A small guy. We don’t have a clear picture of his face, but this will give you his height, weight, and build.” David handed over the thumb drive to Connor before he and Daniel took a seat next to Ashby.

“Thanks, guys. I need to get this to Griffin,” he said, removing his apron.

“We also forwarded a copy to your email,” Daniel offered.

“Perfect.” Connor took out his phone and scrolled through his recent emails and forwarded the email to his commander. It wasn’t even twenty seconds later his phone rang.

“Good job getting the video, it isn’t much, but it’s more than we have been able to get in the past four months,” Griffin said.

“It was Gabriel’s men, sir. David and Daniel processed this for me. They do great work,” he said, winking at the twins.

“We’re at a standstill until this psycho finds his next target,” Griffin said grimly.

“The guys didn’t find anything going through the Agency photos?” Connor asked.

“What Agency photos?” Griffin asked.

“The ones you had someone drop off at my truck,” Connor said.

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