This?
“Pardon?” he asked.
Gabe was to the point.
“They don’t have an office director there, and you’re pretty close to being one at your office. I need to figure out how an agent gets murdered, and no one knows it in the office there. Someone’s not paying attention, so tag, you’re it too. ThePhillyoffice will be okay for a few days without you. Put Antonio on temp duty until you get back.”
That worked for him.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to complain.
Why?
It would get him away from Sasha.
She’d been texting him all day, and he was trying not to be rude.
YET.
It was annoying knowing that she wasn’t really Sasha, and they got DNA back from Gene’s friend, and it wasn’t in the system. That was a huge red flag sinceALLof their DNA was in CODIS as law enforcement.
Now, they were coloring outside the lines and were running it through every database known to mankind, and not coming up with shit.
So to get out of there…
It would keep him from being bitchy with her. Because he was feeling like he wanted to not only tell her off, but Gabe too for playing these games.
“Okay,” he said.
At his willingness, Gabe was immediately suspicious of that behavior. His agentsALWAYSgave him pushback.
“You want to go?” he asked.
He was honest.
Partially.
“It’s miserable weather out here. If you think I’m turning down some time in the sun of Puerto Rico, you’re nuts—respectfully, Sir. I wouldn’t mind watching the bikinis from the office window.”
He’d not been expecting that.
Gabe actually laughed.
Honestly, that made perfect sense to him. That’s what he’d rather do too—well, minus the bikini part. His pregnant wife would eviscerate him and laugh while doing it.
“Just get Blackhawk there, and have Gene handle the other Feds until tomorrow when you and Blackhawk arrive. The Puerto Rico office is a mess. See what you can do to clean it up.”
Well, maybe he could stay the whole week that the two men were there also.
For work reasons.
Of course.
Greyson would take a semi-vacation on the FBI dime if the opportunity came up. He wasn’t above that, since he worked ninety hours a week to do his job.
Sand?
Sun?
