“Yes. They asked for time off and were told no, so they basically put in for accrued vacation time,” Angus muttered. “Would you like to tell me why all this is happening?”
Millie looked at the phone as if very sorry she’d answered the call. “It’s kind of a long story.”
“No, you misunderstand me. I don’t want the story. I want to know why nobody has called me.”
Millie shrank back against the seat. “Because you’re in Berlin.” It sounded like a question and she looked beyond adorable.
Scott straightened, in case he needed to step in.
Angus remained silent for a moment, but raw tension vibrated through the phone. It was a rare talent. “Agent Frost, you are on my team. That means anything that affects you affects me and the team as a whole. Why didn’t you call me?”
She gulped. “I didn’t want to bother you. I figured I could handle this and I did seek help from Brigid. But honestly, Angus, I didn’t know that she and Wolfe were using their vacation time. I’m sorry.”
Was that a growl? Scott could swear he just heard a growl. It was pretty good. It wasn’t quite a Wolfe growl, but Angus had some chops. There was no question.
“What is this about you being found with a dead body?” Angus bit out.
Millie quickly gave him the rundown.
“Good Lord. Have you at least called Scott?”
Scott fought a grin. “I’m here, Angus.” How affirming that Angus knew Scott would protect her. Of course, Scott had been shot for the guy.
“Are you going to get her out of this mess?” Angus asked without preamble.
Hopefully, and if not, he’d get her out of the country. “I’m working on it,” Scott said.
“I would’ve expected you to have called me, Terentson, considering you’re involved.”
Scott glanced at his watch. “Didn’t even think of it. I’m not actually part of your team.”
“The hell you’re not,” Angus said, his voice tinged with threat. “Apparently, I haven’t made that fact clear. I’ll call Wolfe in just a moment and make sure that he can smash that point home.”
Millie slapped her hand against her head. “Not Wolfe.”
“Oh yeah,” Angus said, obviously warming to his subject. “If anybody can remind the two of you that you’re part of my team, it’s Clarence Wolfe. Expect a real nice, cozy sit-down with him soon. Until then, I want full reports from both of you regarding this entire situation, and don’t leave a thing out.”
Amusement, for some odd reason, bubbled through Scott. “I don’t work for you, Force.”
“You all work for me,” Angus bellowed, clicking off.
Millie snorted. “Is it just me or does he have some serious control issues?”
Scott threw back his head and laughed. Truth be told, he wanted the entire team working this case. Between the chief getting shot and Kat’s disappearance, his plate was absolutely full.
Millie smoothed down the navy-blue slacks that matched her blazer. New splotches dotted the fabric. Her breasts pressed nicely against a pretty white shirt adorned with pink flowers. She looked young and fresh and definitely official. The green streaks had all but faded from her hair, leaving thick blond curls.
“How official do you want me?” she asked.
He wanted her in any way he could take her. “Maximum official.”
She reached in her bag for a clip and unfortunately secured all those curls atop her head. While still adorable, she now looked like a prim librarian, just ready to let loose. “How’s this?”
Pretty fucking perfect. “You look great.” He opened his door, his boots splashing water on the pavement as he exited the vehicle and walked around the grill to assist her out.
“You want to lay odds that we’ll actually make it to his office?” She looked up at his face.
“Sure. I give it 80 to 20, especially because you look delicious.” Taking comfort in her quick smile, he ushered her inside to a guarded reception desk. He gave their names and made sure the security cameras captured good views of them.
