Women who were really who they said they were?
Sign him up.
“Will do. I’ll check-in tomorrow and make sure you’re updated with what’s going on. What we know is the man submitted a report Friday night to the DC office.”
Gabe knew he would.
“Do that, and keep the chaos to a minimum, Croft,” he said, hanging up.
When the call was over, Gabe sat on the couch with his daughter, gently patting her on the back to get her to burp post-feeding.
And he was confused.
Really.
Confused.
Sasha had told him that Gene and Ethan were a couple. Yet, they weren’t in the same place together for their vacation.
Someone had lied to him.
Was it Greyson Croft?
Or was it Sasha Harper, his spy?
Something about all of that had his hackles stirred up. Now, Gabe was going to have to find out.
Let’s just say that curiosity was killing the cat. For Sasha’s sake, he hoped to God she wasn’t lying to him and instead, she was getting good intel.
He liked to keep an eye on that office, and its agents.
One more strike, and she was out.
Chapter Six
The Beach
One Hour Later
Ten P.M.
Oh, it was perfectly obvious when the FBI had been alerted, because as Gene stood on the beach, Corbin by his side, they saw the vehicles and lights going on to light up the beach, and the body.
They were about to put on a show, and Gene was infinitely grateful that they were on a private, resort beach. The last thing he needed was the media catching him and Corbin there.
Both of their straight-men personas would be shot to shit.
When he saw an agent heading his way, he got ready to start working. There was no doubt that there would be pushback as soon as the man saw the victim.
If one of his co-workers had been dumped in the water, and turned up on a beach, he’d want control of the case to get him justice.
As he sauntered his way, Gene checked him out, trying to gauge how rough this was about to be. The new director’s rule was bound to piss him off.
The man was in jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, and had his gun and badge on his hip.
As he stopped in front of him, the games began.
“Agent Cantrell?” he asked, holding out his hand. “I’m Agent Lucas Mayfield,” he offered. “I work out of the office here. We were notified to show up.”
