“And?” he asks, staring at me through narrowed eyes.
“She deserves more than me losing my head. I want us to get every scrap of information out of Trevor we can so we can bring all these bastards down.”
He nods once. Approving.
I glance around the room. “Who can set up a server with the recordings so she can review them?”
Ranger tips his chin. “Done. She can listen in to the future interrogations.”
Someone whistles. “That’s gonna hit hard.”
“I know,” I grumble. “But we’ve got to remember what she’s been through. This isn’t new to her.”
“Except the torture part?” Thane asks.
“She was the victim of this bastard.”
“And she did watch you exterminating people on that mountain,” Colt adds.
Silence settles around the table.
Axle studies me as he pulls a toothpick from the corner of his mouth. “When we doing this?”
“The sooner the better.”
Colt closes his laptop and puts it into a tactical case. “We’ll do whatever you need. Audio only for this, or camera?”
“Camera.”
“On it,” Colt says. “Give us ten minutes.”
They rise from the table. All five of them. Thane, Colt, Axle, Jake, and Ranger. Without any further instruction they get to work.
But Colt’s standing in the doorway when I push back from the table. “You good?”
“Fuck no.”
CHAPTER 27
Time doesn’t make sense now. Days and moments bleed into one another. I have no idea how long I’ve been standing in the study petting June, staring at the floor lost in my thoughts, when Ryker walks in.
The air changes.
His expression is harder than usual, which is saying something. The man doesn’t exactly stroll around looking gentle.
He closes the door with his heel as he manages two mugs of coffee and a tablet.
“I don’t like this,” he says. “That piece of shit doesn’t deserve more air-time in your head.”
I take a breath and give myself a little mental shake. “Soon.”
Ryker takes a slug of coffee. Grimaces over the burn or maybe over what he’s about to do.
“Don’t like the idea of you being alone when this goes down.”
“June’s with me. The house is guarded. You have a job to do and I know you’ll get more of a reaction out of him than your men will.”
Gripping the mug too tight, he stays locked on my gaze. “I want this to be over for you.”
