He gave her the location. She had him on speaker by then, so Dom instantly went to work accessing the info. She held her breath.
“It’s going to take a while to work through the footage,” Dom warned her. “Especially if we are talking hours and not minutes since the killing.”
Fine, yes, she understood that. But excitement fired her blood. If they had just gotten Kurt Wellington at the scene of a murder, if they had footage that could tie him to the kill, it was like a prosecutor’s dream come true. “He’s making mistakes.” Jezebel nodded. “This is exactly what I hoped would happen.” He’d just needed to be manipulated and pushed to the absolute edge. In her experience, men were best manipulated when they were fighting jealousy and rage. And hurt pride. Delaney hurt you, didn’t she? You thought you were in control, but she ripped that control away from you. “He’s working on instinct. Emotions.”
“So his instinct is to kill and his emotion is rage.” Ryan’s voice was tight. “Uh, huh. Not what I want to hear when my brother is the one standing beside Wellington’s runaway bride.” Ryan was worried.
She was, too, but… “We have eyes on him.”
“Someone is a double agent.” Flat.
She did not deny the charge.
Dom’s fingers paused over the keyboard.
She cut a glance his way. “There a problem?”
“No, ma’am.” His fingers went back to flying.
She and Dom were the only ones in that Vegas hotel room. A hotel room one floor beneath the honeymoon suite that had been given to Nash and Delaney. Instead of bringing in normal luggage, she and Dom had made sure they were equipped with the best tech imaginable.
“You know someone is feeding intel to Wellington.” Ryan’s tone had turned considering. “Otherwise, the chapel would have been secure, and I wouldn’t be sporting a new bullet wound.”
“I have the situation under control,” she assured him. Ryan wasn’t normally the type to need reassurance. This was not a normal case. “Stand down,” she ordered him. “You are injured and are no longer part of this mission.”
“Nash is my family. I’m always part of a mission that concerns him.”
Nope. Not the way things worked. “Stand down,” she repeated. “I have the situation under control.”
Silence. Then, “If anything happens to my brother, I will fucking burn down the entire CIA to find the traitor.”
Sweat trickled down her back. With Ryan, there were never idle threats. People at the Agency often thought Nash was the greater danger. He was a bit bigger. More intense. While Ryan was the charmer. The chameleon who could fit in easily with anyone, anywhere. Nash never tried to blend. Didn’t socialize.
Ryan was always the life of the party. Fun. Flirtatious. Smiling and joking.
Only he’d still be smiling and joking, and he’d be fun when he killed you.
Ryan is more dangerous than Nash. Jezebel knew that truth. She’d always known it. Ryan had been born to be a predator. Nash had been forced to become one due to circumstances. In another life, Nash would never have been a killer.
But he’d had to change. Because of Delaney Daniels. Did the woman have any clue what Nash had sacrificed for her? Probably not. Jezebel suspected Nash would sooner cut out his own heart—which he’d done for the woman before—than cause more pain for Delaney.
“Your friend Grayson is on site,” she informed Ryan.
“Yeah, Gray’s on site because I told him to get his ass to the casino. He was already in the area. Man has his hands in every damn thing. I’ll seriously owe him, but I know Gray will have Nash’s back in a heartbeat.”
Now she bristled. The FBI always made her tense. “I have CIA operatives watching Nash.”
“And I trust Gray. His allegiance will one hundred percent be to my brother. See, when all the dust has settled, I want Wellington locked away. Just like you do. But I also want my brother to walk away. Do you hear what I am saying?”
“Nash’s safety is paramount.”
“No, Jez. I want him to walk away.”
Her heart thudded into her chest. She’d always wondered just how much Ryan truly understood about the situation with Nash. Brothers should tell each other everything, but Nash did enjoy his secrets.
“Stand down, Ryan,” she ordered again.
Dom typed steadily on the keyboard.
