Page 13 of Ground Zero
Did his colleagues believe he wasn’t trustworthy?
Sheridan’s muscles tightened even more.
She edged herself in front of him and locked her gaze with his. “The two of us need to have a serious conversation.”
But Maverick started typing again as if he didn’t hear her.
What if trusting him had been a mistake?
It might not only cost her career.
It could cost her life as well.
Maverick couldn’t believe it.
He continued to stare at the computer screen. Who would have revoked his access?
His teammates trusted him . . . didn’t they?
He knew they did.
Except he’d suspected for a while that one of his colleagues was dirty.
What if they suspected the same thing?
What if they suspectedhim?
He hated to think about it. Hated to consider the possibility.
But he’d be a fool to ignore the questions circling in his mind.
He stood, determined not to let his frustration get the best of him. He needed a moment to recalculate—a moment away from Agent Mendez.
“I need to change,” he announced.
The wet suit he currently wore wasn’t conducive to doing anything. His friend who owned this house was close enough to his size that Maverick could wear some of his clothes.
“But—” Sheridan started.
“I’m not going to run away,” he interrupted. “I just need some dry clothes.”
Before she could respond, he stormed toward the hallway.
Part of him thought Sheridan might follow, not wanting to take her eyes off him.
She didn’t.
He was glad. He needed space.
This whole situation was a nightmare. Who would have revoked his access? It just didn’t make any sense.
His phone rang again.
He knew it was either Ty, Colton, or one of his teammates. They would all be wondering what was going on and where he was.
He ignored the call—again.
Soon enough, he’d have to answer. But not right now.
