And that was bad for everyone involved. If Greyson covered for them, his ass was in the fire, too.
So, of course, he was going to cover for them. They were a team, and you never left your team behind.
PERIOD.
Keeping his voice low, he continued.
“He asked if you arrived on your flight today. I escaped answering it, which brought up the other line of questioning. Wehave to get ready. He’s about to drop the hammer on all of us. He also wanted me to work here and take this office.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“And are you?”
He shook his head.
“And have to retrain the agents here? The dude literally raw-dogged a victim with his bare hand. You can’t fix stupid. I don’t need that in my life.”
Gene laughed.
“I mean, in my circle, that isNOTwhat rawdogging means, but okay.”
Ethan just laughed.
“He’s actually right.”
Yeah, because he’d been rawdogging him not that long ago, and he had the cum on him to prove it.
“Well, I don’t want to train anyone. I’m getting too old.”
They both stared at him.
“You’re thirty-three,” Gene said. “Hardly geriatric, grandpa.”
He snorted.
“I’m not getting saddled with a training job because then, you never escape it. Hell. I’d rather run roughshod over you two before I have to deal with that.”
That said a lot.
They made him work for it.
“Since Gabe is leaning on us, I’m running Sasha, or whatever her fucking name is. If we can figure out what she’s done, and why Gabe is covering for her, we have leverage.BIGleverage. That will buy us a little time before he can regroup, or he has the big one and is no longer our issue.”
On that, they agreed.
“How’s that going?” Ethan asked. “The finding information, not wishing‘the big one’on Gabe.”
He was to the point.
“I’m running facial recognition. If she’s ever been in a newspaper article, or arrested, we’re good. I’m also going to run her through passports. She’s a doctor somewhere—or was. I’ll go international if need be.”
This was getting trickier for all of them involved, and annoying since they’d never done anything to‘Sasha’to make her rat them out like the weaselSNITCHshe was.
Greyson looked at his watch.
“Have you heard from your tail?” he asked.
Oh, they knew who he was talking about, but he needed to make sure.
