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“Whoever heardof a fucking Friday afternoon protest?” Travis grumbled as he grabbed his keys and phone.
Fuck. Traffic was going to be a nightmare. He probably should have left half an hour ago. The protest was happening close to Hyde Park. He was meant to be meeting Tyler and Caren four blocks away from the protest.
“You better go, bossman,” Alexa called out. “You’re gonna be late.”
“I know, I know.” He wished he’d been able to convince Caren not to go today, but she’d said she felt like she was going crazy without some sort of purpose.
He really didn’t know why her purpose couldn’t be to love him.
Seemed pretty simple.
“Um, Travis?”
He glanced up at Rory. He quickly wiped the frown off his face. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
“Not really. There’re a man and woman here. They say they work for Interpol.”
“Actually, I work for Interpol,” a woman said, stepping up behind Rory. “McCallum here works for the FBI.”
“I’m about to head out,” Travis told them.
“We really need to speak to you,” the woman said. “Alone.”
“Travis?” Rory asked.
“Rory, can you contact Tyler and tell him I won’t make it. Ask Gable to meet them instead. Then get Jace to come and get you. Alexa?” he called out. “Maybe you better come in here.”
“Coming,” Alexa said, skipping over. She looked McCallum up and down. “Hellooo handsome. I don’t suppose you have an urge to bend the rules while still upholding them?”
“What?” McCallum said.
“Come in,” Travis said as he strode out of his office. “And get out your IDs.”
Jace was leaning over Rory at her desk. He glanced up with a frown. “You good?”
“Yep. Clear everyone out. Take Rory home. Gable’s gone?”
“Yep. He and Tyler have her. The others are still on jobs.”
Good.
He walked back into the office. “What’s this all about?”
38
“I’m gonna tell on you,” Tyler sang as they drove home after the protest. Well, the protest was still going, but it had tapered off and she was exhausted.
Tyler had finally called an end when he’d seen her sway from exhaustion.
She was out of practice. She used to be able to wait for hours for that perfect shot. To walk for miles and miles. And under horrible conditions.
“Why would you tell on me?” She was sitting in the back while Gable drove and Tyler sat in the passenger seat.
She wondered what had happened to Travis. Gable had just said some work stuff came up, but she hadn’t heard from him, despite sending him a couple of messages.
Hopefully everything was all right because it wasn’t like him to not respond..
“Because you were naughty.”
