“Why don’t you go make sure Aidan hasn’t killed my boss yet?”Nic suggested.
“He and Bowers were still shouting at each other when I passed by,” Mel said.“Can’t say I miss dealing with him.”
“Which one?”
She laughed, and Cam did too as he drifted out of the room, the sound music to Nic’s ears.The tune changed quickly though as the smile dropped from Mel’s face.She nodded at the door, and Nic closed it.
“I assume this is about the matter we discussed last week?”he asked, taking the seat across from her.
She opened her purse and pulled out a flash drive, TE branded, swiped from her day job.“Everything I could get on your father and his associates.”She slid it across the table to him.“You need to be careful.These people are dangerous.”
“How dangerous?”
“Yours wouldn’t be the first blood they’ve spilled.”
“Enough for a case?”Sure, he could take the shot when needed but what he was really good at was building a case and putting bad people away for good.That was how he needed to approach Vaughn, understanding it would be one of—if notthe—toughest cases of his career.He hadn’t had a concrete place to start before.Now he did.
“You’re the prosecutor.You’re the one who determines if the evidence is sufficient.”She stood, picking up her purse.“Good hunting.”
If there was one thing the SEALs had taught him, it was that.
As he had been on Wednesday, Cam stood in the corner of the conference room, watching Aidan and Bowers square off.
“He’s not a suspect!”Aidan shouted.
“He committed two robberies and helped perpetrate a near third one and the attempted murder of two law enforcement officers.”
“He?”Nic said as he followed Lauren in and closed the door behind them.
“That’d be me,” Cam said, folding his arms.If he could burn a hole through Bowers’s head, he would.Did the US Attorney not understand how undercover assignments worked?Or was he just looking for any excuse to tear apart their team?And why now that they’d bagged the case?
Nic stepped into the path of his imaginary laser beams.“Did any civilian, fed, or other LEOs on scene die today?”Nic asked Bowers.
“No, because they were wearing vests.”
Cam stepped to Nic’s side.“Which I knew because it’s protocol.My boss wouldn’t send our people in without them.”
“Your boss”—Bowers cut a glare to Aidan and back—“has a habit of breaking protocol.”
“We handled the situation,” Aidan replied, not deigning to address Bowers’s accusation.“With zero loss of life.”
“Kristic’s not talking,” Bowers said, changing the topic from a nonwinning argument to another one.The mastermind behind the heist was in the hospital again with another shoulder wound, Nic’s aim perfect.“Neither is anyone else in the crew.How are we supposed to make a case?”
“Lauren,” Nic said with a nod to her.
She laid three flash drives down on the table.“AD Moore’s.”Bowers reached for them; Aidan snatched them first.“FBI property.”
Before Bowers could object, Lauren laid down another.“Everything you need for the case against Kristic.”
Bowers’s gaze shot to Nic.“You were already building it?”
“Of course I was.”He gestured around the room and took a step closer to Cam.“We were.”
Bowers scowled at each of them, then scooped up the flash drive.“This better be enough.”
“It is,” Cam said.
Bowers’s glower whipped to him.“And you’re suspended.”
