Page 69 of Unexpectedly Wanted
But before I could make the moment more awkward and ask him, he was clearing his throat and headed away from me.
“One hour,” he called out as he left my office, closing the door behind him.
Because I didn’t know what else to do, I flopped down in my seat and dove back into work.
So far, I’d been able to get a few copies of some random files off of the head of The Sons of the Holy Fire’s computer. I’d been working on going through them, but hadn’t found anything that would be useful. It was beyond frustrating.
When I needed a break from that, I kept going to those numbers I’d found. I had printed out the screenshots I’d taken with my phone.
I had been convinced they were GPS locations. Only they never led anywhere. I’d searched the first page and kept coming up with locations that had nothing around for miles. I even used satellite images to take a look around, and couldn’t find any buildings around the locations. So I was still trying to figure out what I was missing with them.
I was close to something, I was sure of it.
But close wasn’t good enough.
My screen flashed. Something new had been copied over.
I clicked to open the file.
And was met with more files.
Shit.
I looked at the clock and realized that I had a choice to make. Either I’d keep going and dive into these new files or I’d shut it down and head home in fifteen minutes.
I didn’t want to let Remy down.
I also didn’t want to leave this hanging.
If I could clone myself… well, that might be a dangerous thing. Though the thought of being able to be in two places at once did seem rather amazing right now.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” I muttered to myself.
I could do a lot in that time. Maybe.
I could at least figure out if there was anything useful in those files.
Yeah, I would do that.
Then I’d make the decision.
What I found confused me even further.
FBI files. But not ones on The Sons of the Holy Fire. These were on random people. A contract killer. A hacker. An illegal arms dealer. A list of what appeared to be suspected rogue FBI and other law enforcement agents.
I felt my brows draw together as I studied the information in the files.
None of them had been apprehended, despite the obvious proof in front of me. It didn’t even seem as if the FBI was actively searching for them.
There was an ugly twisting of my gut.
I finally gave in. I admitted to myself that I wasn’t going to be able to figure this out on my own. I needed fresh eyes. I needed other brains.
I needed a team.
My alarm went off, causing me to jump.
I rushed to shut it off.
