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And without meaning to, he fell asleep.
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“Mother-fucking bastard!” he yelled, jumping to his feet. “Alexa!”
“Boss, I’m just in the other room and I have excellent hearing. You don’t have to scream,” Alexa said as she strolled into the room. “What’s up?”
“I need you to do a full check on Aadan Joseph. That’s a false name, he was someone else up until a few years ago. He now lives in Africa somewhere near Tanzania and he works for a wanted war criminal.”
She tensed. “Who?”
“The General.”
Alexa whistled. “Bossman, why are you looking into him? He’s no good. Too many red flags, even for me. Of course I don’t want someone cruel. I want a Robin Hood type.”
Lord, she was a worry.
But for the moment she was safe and he wasn’t certain that his girl was.
Picking up his phone, he called Tyler. He ignored the fact that he’d just called him an hour ago to check in.
“Brother, so nice to hear from you. I swear, you never call, you never text?—”
“Is she all right?” he interrupted.
Once Tyler got on a spiel it could be hard to get him off.
Tyler sighed. “And when you do call it’s never about me. She’s fine. I promise. We’re at her apartment and apparently, there’s some protest this weekend that she wants to go take photos of so she’s working out the logistics.”
“A protest? I don’t like the sound of that,” he said. “Too many unknowns that could put her at risk.”
“You think everything is too much of a risk. But we’re going to go scope out the area today. Or is that a no-no too?”
Travis grunted. “Rather you stayed at home.”
“You can’t lock her up, Travis. She needs to live her life.”
“Not if it means she travels to some of the most dangerous areas of the world. Just let me know where she wants to go and when.”
He’d see if he could get home to take her. Not that he didn’t trust Tyler, but . . . he just didn’t trust him as much as he did himself.
Ending the call, he glanced over to find Alexa doing a headstand against the wall of his office.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Waiting. I like to be productive.”
Okay. He knew better than to ask. He really did. “I need everything on the General and Joseph, although that’s not his real name and I need it immediately.”
“All right, bossman. But why? We’re not going after them, are we? I mean, I like a challenge . . . but sheesh.”
“Do you know much about them?” he asked.
“Nothing about Joseph. But the General is a bad guy. Pretty sure he’s on Interpol’s Wanted List.”
“Caren got tangled up with Joseph and I want to make sure they’re not going to be a risk to her.” He explained about her meeting Joseph, then leaving.
“Wow. She dodged a bullet. I’m really shocked he just let her leave, though. That doesn’t sound right.”
