She was about to be running the whole FBI, and here she was playing stupid games.
At her question, Ethan knew she wouldn’t give it up. He’d been to this rodeo before, and he knew his wife was always going to adopt a dog if given the chance.
He’d heard the Babylon stories from Chris.
“Okay, let’s start with this,” he said.
Elizabeth relaxed.
But it was a miscalculation.
“Why is there a dog in the car with you, Elizabeth Renee LaRue Leonard-Whitefox-Blackhawk?” he asked.
Well, shit.
Someone had ratted her out.
And now she was being full-named by her husband.
Oh, heads would roll.
There was no doubt how it got back to him. Everyone was accounted for in this car, and no one had pulled out their phone, or said shit.
That meant it came from overhearing it on an open com.
She’d been betrayed.
“You tell Raphael that when we get into the gym, my memory is long, and horribly mean. I’m going to whip his Marine ass across the room, laugh, and do it three more times just because I’m a spiteful, spiteful woman. By the time I’m done, he’s going to want his mommy!”
Ivan laughed.
The good part of this was he’d not said shit. No one liked to go up against Elizabeth in the gym. Raphael was taking his life into his hands.
She wasn’t kidding.
Elizabeth was fast, mean, and she fought dirty. Add in that beating on a woman made them hesitate, it gave her the upper hand each and every time.
“Oh, look. He’s up next in sparring with you,” Ivan offered, tossing the other Marine under the bus because it was fun to watch, and he, too, was spiteful.
He heard the cursing over the com.
And it was that much funnier.
“Ethan, I can explain,” she began.
Only, her husband stopped her.
“Call me on video,” he said, right before hanging up the call.
Yeah, that didn’t go well.
She sighed.
Here came a fight.
Elizabeth was sure of it.
“Tell Raphael I’m also not speaking to him,” she said, muttering under her breath as she reconnected the call, but this time in video-chat mode.
