Page 54 of The Team

No one was supposed to have a phone.

He quickly slid the phone into his pocket and Chen stepped in to block Jay’s view. He was packing gear and Yin hurried to catch up.

But Jay had seen what he’d seen.

We have a mole . . .

Jay heard the door and Rhett’s familiar footfalls on the wooden floor, and he turned as Rhett came to stand beside him, picking up Jay’s bag. “Thought you’d be done by now,” Rhett said, his mood no better than it was before. Obviously, whatever King had told him hadn’t been good.

And Jay was about to add to it.

“We need to talk,” Jay whispered. He looked around again, seeing no one paying them any attention. “Yin’s got a mobile phone on him. I saw him check it.”

Rhett’s nostrils flared, his gaze flicking across to the two newest members of his team, and Jay could see that this news didn’t come as a surprise.

“What did King say?”

“Same thing Asher said,” he murmured. Then his eyes darted to Giardello who was also now watching Yin and Chen. “He’s looking into them. And Zihao.”

Thembeing Yin and Chen, and Zihao, their Chinese military handler.

Fuck.

Jay turned his back to the room to shield his voice andmoved closer to Rhett. “I saw what I saw. Phone, vest pocket, right side.”

Rhett turned around to face the same way as Jay. He leaned in, his voice barely a murmur. “Asher said Yunho did some digging. Can’t find shit on Yixing or if there’s a connection. He can’t access the Chinese satellites. But he found the Milvus official report.” Rhett’s eyes cut to Jay’s. “Yin requested the Milvus assignment.”

What?

Rhett swallowed hard and his face did something that Jay didn’t like. It took a second for Jay to pinpoint it. Uncertainty. “I told Asher I trusted him,” Rhett whispered.

Fucking fuck.

Rhett didn’t trust lightly, and to have that thrown back in his face...

To be fair, Jay trusted Yin and Chen too. But Rhett was different. He didn’t trust many people, he didn’t trust easily. It wasn’t a luxury his life had afforded him. But he trusted his team, and he trusted the Milvus Division.

Well, he had.

And now it was all coming unstuck around him. Every institution he’d put his trust in. The state foster system, the army, and now Milvus, had let him down. Not to mention that Rhett had shot a man in the head earlier. That man was a fucking dick hell bent on killing millions and he totally deserved it, but still...

Taking a life wasn’t easy.

“King said we need proof,” Rhett added. “And to wait.”

“Do you trust King?”

His eyes flashed, the grey storm brewing within. “I want to.”

“We’ll be okay,” Jay murmured. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“You two gonna help us sometime today?” Sid called out.

Jay turned then to see both teams carrying all the bags and crates. They were moving out.

“Shit,” Rhett mumbled, picking up Jay’s med kit with one hand and one of the gear crates in his other.

Jay took a second to appreciate how Rhett’s shirt couldn’t hide the way his shoulders, traps, and biceps moved and bulged. Yeah, even in times like this, with everything hanging over them, he could still take a moment to appreciate his man.

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