What?
There was no way.
“Grey, you wouldn’t do us dirty like this. We’re on vacation! We just got here today!”
He sighed.
“Since he’s a Fed, his office can’t investigate this, and the local cops can’t either. You know Gabe’s rule. If an agent goes down for nefarious reasons, his co-workers can’t handle the case. We have to send in new agents, and if the person is found by Feds, it reverts to the office the agents work at.”
Oh, shit.
Gene closed his eyes.
He’d read that memo, and didn’t give it a second thought because where would they find a body?
They found them inPhillyall the damn time.
Greyson continued.
“The FBI is strapped when it comes to people, and you know that I am down two people this week—you two. TheONLYtwo agents in the vicinity of the body who work out of this office and can work it are you two.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
This didNOTmake Gene happy—not in the least. His plans were to fornicate, not investigate. It seemed like the universe was trying to cockblock him at every given chance.
“Greyson.”
The man had no choice.
“I can call the office, and alert them, and you can have help if you need it, but there is no way they can work that case. The local cops can assist, too, but again, they can’t run it. Director Moore made this rule, and even Gabe can’t overrule him. It’s to make sure no one gets preferential treatment.”
Gene closed his eyes.
What the holy hell had he done in his last life to be punished in this one?
He literally had a horny man next to him, stuffed full of sex toys, and a nice hotel room where they planned on getting down and dirty again.
And now, they get blindsided with a body.
His luck was officially the shittiest luck on the planet.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
“I’ll help,” Corbin offered.
At hearing the voice, Greyson’s eyebrow went up, and he was confused.
“Why is Corbin Price in Puerto Rico with you and Ethan while you’re on vacation?” he asked.
Corbin grabbed the phone and waved.
