“Did you see the shooter?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Recognize him?”
“No, sir, but I recognize the type.”
“Oh?”
“It was a biker, sir.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ELIAS’ STOMACH KNOTTED. Although the colors weren’t those belonging to the Reckoners, that didn’t mean this unknown MC wasn’t affiliated with them.
“How do you know?”
“They were wearing club colors, sir. And no, I don’t recognize the colors. I just caught a glimpse of the patch and the cuts.”
“Coincidence?”
“Doubtful.”
Brent growled. “I wonder if the feds have a leak on their side.”
“Why can’t it be on our side?” Iona asked.
“Not possible. Only three people know about this assignment since Elias has kept the information to himself. Zane and I haven’t talked to anyone. That leaves the feds.”
“That’s not good.” Just thinking about that possibility made his head hurt worse. Someone on the inside might know that he was a plant before he darkened the door of the compound.
“Understatement.” Brent lapsed into silence for a moment. “All right. I’ll see what I can find out from my contact in the FBI. In the meantime, rest and talk over the op with your teammates.”
“I’m not taking them into danger.” Just the thought of taking Echo unit into that much danger made him want to hurl. “Besides, I doubt the MC will be open to that many new prospects at one time.”
“Yeah?” Brent sounded almost cheerful. That was never a good sign. “Let’s see if your teammates agree with you. Report in four hours. If you’re asleep, have Iona make the call.”
“She won’t be there.” He didn’t want her in the line of fire.
“Iona?”
“I’ll take care of it, sir.”
“Good. Maddox out.”
No matter what Iona thought, she was leaving his house. “It won’t work.”
She glanced at him. “We’ll see.”
He frowned. “I have a reason for what I’m doing.”
“So do I. Take a nap, Elias. I’ll let you know if more trouble develops on the way.”
As suddenly as the adrenaline had come, it now disappeared, leaving him wiped out. He closed his eyes.
“I’ve got you, Elias. You can let go for a few minutes.”
Because he believed her, Elias slid into sleep.
