And on the other end of the line, the typing that’d been furiously going stopped.
“You’re telling me you think he knew where the cameras were?” Apollo asked, sounding worried.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” Jasper hissed.
“I just switched cameras to the coffee shop across the street. I can see the person clearly now,” Apollo said. “Nowhere on any of our cameras, but everywhere on everyone else’s.” He paused. “Ahhh, there she is.”
“She?” I asked.
“She,” Apollo confirmed. “Got to the gas station where she parked her car. It’s Agent Max.”
“Who?” I asked.
Jasper groaned. “Fuck.”
“Time for you to make contact with the sister,” Apollo said. “I’m following her through the streets now. Oh, she just stopped in a parking lot next to the closed-down laundromat. Hold on.”
I waited on the balls of my feet, bouncing not because of the cold, but because of my anxiety.
Shit.
A woman had been the one sneaking in here?
What had she done, and why was she here?
An agent didn’t sound like good news.
Especially not for an outlaw motorcycle club.
Apollo said something that I didn’t hear because I was too busy letting my mind run wild, but I tuned in just in time for what Jasper had to say.
“I’ll go after I get gas in Calli’s truck,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He smelled like gas, which reminded me that I needed to get the truck filled up as soon as I left. One gallon wouldn’t do it when I had to be at work fairly early in the morning.
“Calliope,” Apollo called out. “Did Max have anything on her when she came out of the shop?”
I shook my head. “No, nothing.”
“Hmm,” Apollo said. “Hush, head into the office and see if she put any taps on my computer or my phone.”
“On it.” Jasper jerked his head to me. “Get inside.”
I followed behind him, nervously looking over my shoulder as I did.
When we got into the office, Jasper took something out of his pocket and started to wave it around the room. The little machine lit up.
I watched in fascination as he moved throughout the building, Webber and Apollo still on the line with him, but not saying anything.
“You just carry one of those around everywhere you go?”
“I do,” he replied. “Job security.”
I didn’t say anything more as he started to pull out stuff from the computer next.
Then the bathroom.
