“Put me on speaker.”
“Okay, you’re good to go.” I click the icon and hold the phone between us so Slate can do his interrogation.
“So Suds, do you think Miss Bradford-Clarke could be selling her research?”
My mate shakes his head and frowns. “Not a clue but if the Feds find out we knew something and we didn’t tell them, they could revoke Patten’s license, or worse.”
“What’s your take, Lucky?” Slate knows how to ask tough questions, I’ll give him that.
“We need more intel.”
“Fine. You got my blessing towatchher. Got me? Keep me in the loop and no hands on.”
Grinning at the win, I shoot a wink at Suds. “Absolutely.”Not.
The only way to keep her safe is to get those bloody assholes out of her life. Not sure how we’re going to do it, but it needs to be done.
When all the surveillance equipment is in place, I head back to my hotel, ready to spy on her date with Yuri.
