“I’ll consider an announcement, but no promises. And I’d want to see the finished piecebeforepublication—with the right to demand changes.”
Meade sighed. “Come on, Dash.”
“Those are my conditions. You want the interview, this is what I’m willing to offer. Take it or leave it.”
Meade growled. “Fine. I'll take it.”
Dash smiled.
“When can we do this?”
“We’ve got another alpha we’re close to finding. I should have some time after that to sit down.”
Meade’s eyes glittered with excitement. “How about I go with you?”
“Did I not just say you can’t meddle in the investigation?”
“By the time it publishes, the guy will be free. The story of your heroism and undying bravery in saving these men will be a great addition to the story.”
“It’s beginning to sound like three different stories in one.”
“Oooh,a three-part expose. I like it,” Meade said, grinning.
“You’re impossible.”
Meade grinned. “But you like me. Youreallylike me.”
Jackson pulled up and eyed the pair of them through the windshield, shaking his head. Meade growled. Jackson got out and walked over, glaring at Meade.
He turned his focus to Dash. “I heard we had another successful reunion. Congrats.”
“Well, if it isn’t the new head of the Red Guard,” Meade muttered, staring at Jackson. “Anything you’d like to comment to add to my story on Jaye Lachlin’s return?”
Jackson focused on Meade, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah. I’mnotthe head of the Red Guard. I’m temporarily runningthings until a new Commander is named to run a new,clean,corruption-free department. Get that straight.”
“Make me,”Meade whispered to Jackson.
“Alright,” Jackson said. “Be at my apartment by nine and I’ll have the handcuffs ready.”
Meade growled at him before turning and stalking away.
Dash eyed Jackson. “You…and Meade?”
Jackson shrugged. “It was a one-night thing. He never told me he was a reporter. Since that night, he’s been trying to push my buttons every chance he gets. I just push his right back.”
Dash snickered. “A match made in hell.”
“Nah.He scratched an itch. No match about it.” Jackson eyed him. “How you doing?”
“Good. Tired, but good.”
Jackson scanned his body. “The next extraction is going to be run by Harper. I might pair him up with Randall. Might be good to see him in action and see how he handles himself.”
“And what—I’m going to watch him and take notes?”
“Nooo. You’re not going to be there,” Jackson said, waving to Harper.
“Excuse me?”
