It took hours, but once Dory finally emerged from the cell, he nodded to Gunnar, silently telling him he thought they had all the intel they would get. “Dolan, get the prisoner some food.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gunnar waited for Dolan to disappear into the elevator. “Spill.”
“As Remi suspected, he knows nothing. It was purechance that he stumbled on the list. His mother was diagnosed with colon cancer, and he needs to pay big bills, so was looking to pick up cash. He took the highest paying jobs he could find. I don’t know how your woman managed to get the whole list, as the one he saw only had individual names on it. As a name is crossed off the list, the next name appears.”
“Shit, that doesn’t sound good at all.”
“It’s not,” Dory agreed. “We don’t know for sure who’s behind it. We don’t know for sure why. And we still don’t know how many people are hunting your sorry ass.”
“Yeah.” He scrubbed his hand down his face. “Give all your notes to Remi. I know he can access the recordings from home, but your notes with your thoughts and shit might trigger something.”
“I’ll do it as soon as I get upstairs,” Dory promised. “JSOC will send someone for him. They’ll be here at zero six hundred tomorrow. Until then, we can question him more if needed.”
“I don’t think he’ll have more to give us.” Why did these types of problems always come with twists, turns, and a shit load of shadows you couldn’t see? “If Remi has questions, we’ll do it though.” He stepped aside to allow Dolan through with the prisoner’s meal.
“Place it on the table.” Mojo opened the door for Dolan. “We’ll release the cuffs after you shut and lock the door from the outside.”
They watched the guys make sure the prisoner had basic necessities before turning away. Gunnar jabbed his finger into the button to open the elevator. “I’m so tired, my tired is tired.”
“Sucks to be old.”
“Assh—” He reached for his phone, glanced at it, and swiped answer. “Hey, Rem?—”
“Gunnar, I might have fucked up.”
Well, shit.
He could already hear his bed in the room he kept here calling his name. The only reason he wanted to forgo their date he had with it was if Jorja needed him. Even so he still said, “Explain!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Jorja carriedher coffee mug and two bottles of freshly squeezed orange juice into the war-room. There was absolutely no way she was drinking the sludge Remi had forced on her yesterday. She’d rather have the Red Bull and fly around on the wings it supposedly would give her. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Remi grunted. He already had his headset on and was watching a computer screen.
She placed one of the juice bottles in front of him, caught a glimpse of Gunnar out of the corner of her eye, and lifted her gaze to watch the screen.
“Cameras from one of our interrogation rooms in Morocco.” Remi picked up the bottle and unscrewed the top. “Thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome.” She studied Gunnar, looking for any evidence of the shot he’d been skimmed by, and breathed out a sigh of relief when she couldn’t see any. Although, with how he was propping up against the wall and wasn’t walking around, she couldn’t really tell. “Look at him, looking all badassery.”
“Do not perv on my brother when I’m right here,” Remi spluttered as the juice went down the wrong pipe. “My ears don’t need to hear that shit.”
“Oops, my bad.” She wasn’t one bit sorry. There wasn’t one of Gunnar’s brothers who didn’t need a little more teasing in their lives. If she was going to be their oldest brother’s someone, then teasing fell squarely in her department. But that would have to wait a bit; they still had work, and after checking her wash bag earlier this morning, she had questions which needed answers. “What’s the deal for going to the store?”
“We go when we need something,” Remi deadpanned. “Like the normal people we are.”
She gaped at him in shock and pointed to the screen. “Newsflash, Remi, when it comes to you guys, there isn’t a normal one in the bunch. That’s like claiming Rambo is normal and GI Joe isn’t a plastic doll with a bunch of toy weapons.”
“Quit bitching.” Remi moved one of the earpieces off his ear while keeping the other one in place. “Grab what you need from the kitchen.”
“Unless you store birth control pills in the kitchen drawers, I need to go get my prescription refilled if they’ll do it here without seeing a doctor.” She fought down the urge to blush just as she had every damn time this morning when she’d rehearsed this conversation in the mirror and waited for Remi to take another sip of juice. She needed the insurance of him spluttering in case she lost the blush battle before adding on, “Or you get to tell your brother he better buy condoms on the way home.”
“Jorja, fuck.” Remi choked, coughed, and spluttered. “That’s way too much TMI when I’m…” he waved at the screen, “listening to that. Can you order them online?”
“Nope. Girlie shit, remember, Remi? Unless you are going to go find me a doctor and pick up my pill prescription…”
