Grant turned to Coop. “Yeah. Saw him earlier.”
“And?”
“Claims Wright is full of shit and the materials Cantrell Construction used on the bridge near Kunar were the same as every other bridge the company built overseas.”
“You believe him?”
Grant sighed. “I don’t know. He seemed taken off guard by the question.”
“Could just be because it came out of nowhere.”
“Maybe. Part of me feels like he knows more than he’s saying.”
“Why’s that?”
Grant took a sip of his whiskey. Normally, they didn’t drink while on duty, but since Brynnon and her father wanted them to blend in with the crowd, the two men had each ordered one to help solidify their covers.
“He seemed sort of nervous at first,” he told Coop. “Then again, the guy’s a bit odd, so who the fuck knows?”
“How’d Brynnon take you questioning her brother?”
He shrugged. “Fine. Not like I grilled the guy. Plus, she wants to find out if Wright was telling the truth, so there’s that.”
Coop thought for a moment. “Well, if there’s any truth to Wright’s allegations, D will find it.”
Grant nodded. “Yeah. I talked with him earlier today. He left a message for the P.I. and is just waiting to hear back. Derek said Trevor also put a call into Ryker.”
Jason Ryker was the Homeland Security agent in charge of a special task force. He was also R.I.S.C.’s handler and often hired them for ops the government couldn’t officially become involved in.
“Hopefully Jason can get his hands on the investigation file. That should shed some light on the whole deal.”
With a nod, Grant and Coop continued to keep an eye on the girls. A few minutes later, they watched as a man about Grant’s age approached them. He was six-one, maybe six-two, head full of dark, brown hair, and a winning smile.
The stranger introduced himself to the other two women, but the guy’s focus was clearly on Brynnon. Every muscle in Grant’s body tensed.
“Who’s that?” Coop asked casually, sipping his own drink.
“No idea.”
Coop gave the man an assessing glance. “He seems really familiar, but I can’t place him.” He took another sip. “Looks like you may have competition, though.”
Tearing his attention away from the women, Grant glared at his other teammate. “There is no competition.”
Scoffing, Coop swallowed another sip. “Not so sure about that.”
“Well, I am.” Grant turned to him. “I’ve told you, there’s nothing going on between me and Bryn.”
Coop’s hazel eyes looked back at him as if he were confused. “So?”
“So...” Grant tried to get through to the hard-head. “There’s no competition.”
His teammate hid a smirk behind his glass. “That’s probably good, ‘cause they’re both walking this way.”
Grant turned his head, and sure enough, Brynnon and the unknown man were headed straight for him. With a smile he’d come to relish, she stopped a few inches in front of him.
“Grant, I’d like you to meet Lucas Campbell. Lucas, this is Grant, the former SEAL I was telling you about.”
Lucas. Fucking. Campbell.
