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“Do you recognize that man?” Darius asked.
She looked at the image on the small screen, then zoomed in. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place him. “I can send this to Cyn, and she can run facial recognition.” He nodded, and she quickly sent the image via text before handing his phone back.
“And what about Crawford?”
“She was there, too. Dressed as a jogger, but it looked like she was following him.”
Devil shifted her gaze to the front window as she contemplated this new information. Under normal circumstances, seeing the agents in Alexandria would be odd, but perhaps not noteworthy. But given that their team was providing security to the president who was currently sitting down to a dinner eight miles away? It didn’t make any sense.
“I’m going to call Franklin,” she said, pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing a number.
“Hello, Devil. How are you this evening?”
“Not dead from a mutant virus, so all in all, it’s a good night.”
He paused. “Hmm, I see.”
“Why do you sound disappointed?” Darius asked, surprising Devil. She’d had the same thought; she just hadn’t expected Darius to voice it.
“I’m nothing of the sort,” Franklin replied. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”
Devil rolled her eyes. There was no way Franklin wished her or any of the club any harm, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still a pompous prick at times.
“Highborn and Crawford,” she said.
“Good agents, so I’m told. What about them?”
That got Devil’s attention. “Any reason they might not be good agents?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise. As I said, I’ve been told they are good.”
She paused. “Fine then. Thank you for the confirmation.”
“Anything else, dear?”
“Not at the moment, no.”
“You’ll let me know if that changes?”
“Don’t we always?” she countered.
“Always good to remind you lot. You’re not exactly rule followers,” he replied.
She smiled. “Only because we learned from the best.”
“Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, dear. Call me should you need anything.” And with that, he hung up.
Devil tapped her finger on the table.
“Why do I feel like I missed a whole subtext?” Darius asked.
Devil turned to him and grinned. “Because you did, and you’re right. Something’s bad about Highborn and Crawford.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
“I missed something,”Darius said with furrowed brow and a frown.
“You did, but only because you don’t know Franklin. He wouldnever,and I meannever,send an agent to assist any of us without personally vetting them,” she replied, taking a sip of her drink and leaning back in her chair. She didn’t know what this new development meant, not yet, but it was definitely a twist.
