He looked down at the phone to make sure the call was still connected. It wasn’t.
The shithead hung up on me.
With a quick tap, Coop started to call his teammate again when his passenger door opened. On reflex, he reached for his gun, but stopped when he saw the man sitting down beside him.
“What the…Jesus, man.” He huffed out a breath. “That’s a good way to get your ass shot.”
Trevor shut the door and turned to him. “Figured this would be easier. And if anyone would’ve gotten shot in this scenario, it would’ve been you. You had no idea I was approaching until I was already inside your car.”
Ignoring the fact that the other man was right, Coop shot back with, “When the fuck did you get here? Andwhyare you here?”
“Got in town last night. Secured a hotel for Mac and me. And before you ask the dumbass question, yes, we haveseparaterooms. Spent most of this morning scouting out the church and this place to make sure she wasn’t walking into a trap.”
Coop thought for a moment. “You’re the asshole in the black car. The one who followed her here.”
“You saw me?” Trevor rubbed his jaw. “Damn. I must be losing my edge, too.”
“Did Mac know you were coming?”
The other man nodded. “She’s not happy about it, but Jake forced her hand. Told her either I came as backup, or he was going to bring in the entire team. She didn’t want the others here, so she went along with it.”
“You mean she didn’t wantmehere.” Coop looked at Trevor pointedly.
“Yet here you are.”
He didn’t deny it. Fuck.
“Damn straight. She’s here, and I’m—”
“Worried about your partner.” Trevor blew out a long sigh. “So am I, which is theonlyreason I’m sharing this with you.” He handed Coop a manila folder.
“What’s this?”
“Information I think will answer some of your questions.”
Coop’s heart thumped against his ribcage. “Just like that?” He looked at Trevor. “What about the whole, ‘it’s her story to tell’ BS?”
“I’m not telling youherstory. I’m giving you his.”
It took Coop a second to figure out who his teammate was referring to. “Moretti’s? Dude, I already looked the guy up. I know all about him.”
“Yeah? And what did you find?”
“Probably the same thing you did. Real estate investor by day, nefarious mobster by night. Same ’ole story with these guys. Still doesn’t explain Mac’s involvement.”
“Look it over closely.” Trevor’s gaze intensified. “I think it’ll help.”
“Trevor—”
“Read the damn file, Coop.” The other man’s frustrated voice filled the car. “You’ll find some answers there, but Mac will have to fill in the rest. Assuming she doesn’t kill you the second she sees you.”
Coop’s gaze shifted, landing on her through his windshield. He was relieved to see the other man walking away.
“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He held the folder up. “Thanks.”
“You may not want to thank me quite yet.”
“Because?”
