Dammit. I’d completely forgotten about those assholes.
24
Rafi
Everett and I walk out into the living room and are confronted by the most ridiculous set of hooligans.
Thane chucks Everett’s shoulder. “Well done, sir. Or should I call you Daddy?”
DB walks up to the two of us, smirking. “Yo, youdoknow this is just a regular house with regular walls, right?”
“So, how did things work between you two? Did you use a stool?”
That last one was Parker, who is giggling and…drinking what appears to be a mimosa. Actually, all of them—Odd, Thane, Omar, Parker,andDB—are drinking mimosas and eating waffles with fried chicken. Anders comes out in the world’s most ridiculous apron, complete with three-inch frills and a fresh stack of waffles.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lovebirds.”
Everett tightens his hold on me and shakes his head at the whole team. “Hey, DB, I’m glad you were able to make it down. What, pray tell, is all of this?”
Parker pipes up, a little loose. “It’s Saturday brunch.”
“That would explain the mimosas.”
She snorts and passes down the champagne. “Darling, the mimosas never need explanation.”
It’s hard to argue with that logic.
Everett walks over to DB and gives him a big hug. “I assume if you’re here, there’s news.”
DB finds a comfortable chair and sits down, motioning for us to do the same. “You assume correctly.”
“Damn, that’s breaking a record, even for you.”
“Well, I’ve got to hand it to the folks in Wimberley. They’re a little more efficient at getting information.”
“And?”
“We believe there’s one more out there, but we can’t track the call that went out from the driver’s phone.”
“Can I assume we are not happy with that assessment, and will continue working on it?”
“Jake is already on the trail.”
Parker pipes up, not quite hiding the slur in her voice. “So…we don’t even know if he’s after us or not? What’s the move?”
DB addresses Parker directly. “For right now, the move is to have y’all stay out here for a few days. I don’t think we need the full complement, so I’m moving Thane and the twins onto another project, starting tomorrow.”
DB screencasts his tablet and shows us what’s on the books for the next several months.
I look up at Everett. “Damn, baby. That’s a lot of bad guys who need killing.”
“Actually,” Parker says, pointing at the list in the left-hand column of the screen, “these are the names of the kids who were released from the warehouse in Manchaca.”
Everett answers, “Yep, and the names over here to the right are the people responsible.”
“You reunited all those kids with their parents?” she asks, wonder in her voice.
Everett checks with DB, who nods. “We were able to reunite all but one of the kids with their parents.”
