MATE went there.
“I mean, are you sure we can’t keep him? He’d know where to get me a body.”
They all stared at her, saying nothing.
Nothing.
At.
All.
Still, MATE got the hint.
“Or not. I’m going to go do…anything,” she said, disappearing to wherever MATE called home.
When she was gone, Elizabeth pointed at the list.
“Tonight, we work on the rest of the information. That’s Larry Springer and Jeffrey Von Gunter. We’ll see if we can find anything on them.”
Callen was curious.
“Are you expecting to?”
She shrugged and said nothing.
Why?
Honestly, she had no clue where this whole case was heading, but already, she didn’t like the vibe it was giving off. It was screaming one thing.
Runaway train.
And that was never a good thing.
Well, it looked as if it was going to be one hell of a long night.
For everyone.
Chapter Eighteen
Tuesday Morning
Hotel
Six A.M.
At first, Alex couldn’t remember where he was, and there was the acute pounding in his head to remind him that his previous night involved alcohol. Yeah, he knew that was probably a big mistake on his behalf.
When he was drunk, he didn’t always behave the way he needed to.
Then, it all came back to him.
It was probably the sound of breathing not far from him that clued him in.
Oh, and how he wished this was only the first time he’d awoken from a drunken melee to find himself in bed with a naked person.
Spoiler.
It wasn’t.
