“Call me paranoid, but I want Raph all over Ethan, and Saint all over Chris. Uriel and you get Callen. We know there are assholes out there, and this case might be a setup.”
Ivan lifted a brow.
Oh, boy.
He didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
“You want me worried?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
Well, that said it all.
Elizabeth explained.
“Eyeballs in glass jars and skulls? Collector cases are my bread and butter. Someone watching me would know that. I will know more once we see the scene. I can smell a setup a mile away,” she said.
And thankfully, that was the truth.
At her comment, he was hyper-focused. Normally, he was suspicious, but now, Ivan was taking it seriously, and with good reason.
He didn’t like surprises.
Or getting shot.
Both of those things tended to happen when she was on a case.
Unfortunately.
“FBI,” Elizabeth said, getting everyone’s attention in that parking lot as she and her people headed toward the cops who were monitoring the scene.
When the woman turned, she stared at them, and immediately, jogged their way.
The smile on her face was huge.
REALLY.
HUGE.
Before Elizabeth could say anything, she was on Ethan, jumping up, and hugging him.
“DAD!”she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his body.
What?
The?
Unsanctimonious?
Fuck?
