Gwen, saintly up to this point, points to the door. “Get out.”
My ex smirks and saunters toward the rental home’s exit. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes, baby. I’ll be in my car, waiting.”
Once Gwen frowns and bolts the lock, I call the man whose high school voted him most likely to be online.
Special FBI Agent Trever Johnson’s fingers don’t miss a beat as he clicks his keyboard. “Wulf, aren’t you supposed to be balls deep on your honeymoon?”
Ignoring our usual banter, I press the speaker icon. “Brittany Babcock. I need everything she’s been doing since she left our department. By the way, my missus is listening in.”
“Hey Guinivere, hope the bitch didn’t ruin your… Give me a second…” The pace of the tapping accelerates to lightspeed, then stops. “Your ex-crazy works for Interpol. Why?”
“She showed up on my doorstep claiming she has an informant who can lead us to Ledbetter. Is that possible?” I hug my annoyed wife to my chest, and nibble on her neck while the IT genius types some more.
Finally, the clicking stops. “Huh. Babs could be telling the truth.”
“She said she tried to contact our boss, and he hung up on her.” I do admire Assistant Deputy Director Ira Kaplan, but he does not acknowledge one shade of gray, let alone fifty.
Trever grunts. “That would make sense. If I recall, she didn’t leave under the best of circumstances.”
“She claims she quit because of me.”And yet, this is the first I’m hearing of it.Thunder rumbles outside, adding to my unease.
“I always thought she got fired.” Our data specialist never has doubts. This too, is worrisome.
“So, should I check out what she has to offer or not?” Holding my breath, I catch my wife frowning and squeeze her. She understands how badly I want Ledbetter because, if possible, she wants him captured more than I do.
Trever pauses a beat before answering. “It’s up to you, but if Britt does have a lead, it’s our first. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I gather the team, just in case? Text me where you’re staying, and I’ll find us a hotel. DC to Rehoboth… We’ll be there in… let’s say three hours.”
“Thanks.” I’m confident the truth will come out with them by my side.
After I hang up, Gwen pulls me to her lips, reminding me of what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted.
When we disconnect, she cups my cheeks and searches my eyes. “Be careful. I don’t trust her.”
“Me neither, sweetheart. Me neither.”
Chapter 2
“Trust your instincts, not the expectations. The lone wolf knows its true north.” ~Unknown.
Dr. Guinevere Wulf
“Tell me you don’t trust her.” His soft beard caresses my palm as I search for any minute facial movement that might tell me what I need to know.
Nonverbal Learning Disorder sucks.Annoyed at my lack of poker-face-reading skills, I pull out my cell phone, open my lie detector app, and shove it in my husband’s face. “I want the truth, babe.”
The annoying man chuckles while kissing the bejesus out of me. When we come up for air, he speaks into my device. “I don’t, but Britt wouldn’t’ve come to find me unless she had something real.”
I glance down at the green dot which indicates he responded honestly.Damn it. I don’t want him anywhere near her.Sure, I’m jealous, but there’s more. I’m reminded of a story I read online. For no reason at all, some guy gave away his plane ticket and waited on standby. Later, the flight crashed. I swear to God, I have the same sense of impending doom.
When my husband searches through his suitcase for his phone, I grab his hand. “How about you wait for the cavalry, Wolfy. We’re on our honeymoon, for fuck’s sake. No one will blame you.”
“Babe. This is my first lead in months.” His silver-laced dark brows raise, the first sign he’s annoyed, which is fine because so am I.
My lower lip pops out. “You do realize she wants to fuck you, right? And if I can read her, she might as well have a billboard on Coastal Highway.”
Chuckling, he pulls me into his naked chest. “You’re not jealous, doctor, are you?”
“Of a bootylicious blond bimbo who dresses as if she walked off a porno set? No, of course not.” I trace my nails down his torso, below his belly button, and stop at the arrow pointing to his now swollen cock.
