“There’s no other choice,” she said harshly.
“Yes, there is. Comeon, Eddie. You—”
“Stop, Deck. Please. Just stop.”
When the voices went silent, Brantley backed up. Reese kept pace with him, moving until they reached the SUV. They slipped inside and waited.
“Good girl,” Reese crooned to Tesha. “Relax.”
Instantly, she sat up, her head between the seats as they waited for Decker.
“Are you gonna confront him?”
“Damn straight.” Brantley saw no other way to handle this. Sniper 1 Security had sent a team looking for him. Someone had to set Decker straight because this was bullshit. You didn’t go off the grid and leave everyone wondering where the fuck you were. Not when your job was sometimes dangerous, and the risk of being taken or killed was real.
Nine minutes passed before they saw Decker come out onto the sidewalk. He started in their direction, so Brantley waited until he was only feet from the SUV before he opened the door.
Instantly, Decker had his gun out and pointed directly at Brantley’s chest.
“Relax, Deck. It’s me.”
“Brantley?”
“Yeah. Surprise.”
“Jesus Christ. Don’t do that shit,” Decker growled.
“Do what shit?Findyou?”
Decker slowly lowered the weapon, tucking it into the holster at his back. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’ll give you three guesses,” Brantley snapped. “What the fuck areyoudoing here?”
Decker glanced down the sidewalk in the direction he’d come from. “Not here.”
“Oh, hell no,” Brantley told him when he started walking. “You get in the car, or I’m gonna knock on that door and wake up the whole fuckin’ house until I get the answers I’m lookin’ for.”
Decker’s dark eyes narrowed, but he finally huffed and got in the backseat.
“Hey, girl,” Decker greeted Tesha.
Brantley looked at them in the rearview mirror. “If he tries to get out, attack him, Tesha.”
She wasn’t an attack dog, but Brantley didn’t care. If Decker tried to bolt, he was going to attack the mother fucker.
Brantley pulled out of the parking spot and headed down the street toward the light.
“Who’s Eddie?” Reese asked, forgoing pleasantries.
“What?”
Brantley glanced in the rearview to see Decker’s eyebrows slammed down over his eyes.
“We heard you talkin’ to a woman,” Reese explained. “But who’s Eddie? Her husband? Her brother?”
Brantley was still looking back, so he noticed the relief that smoothed out Decker’s features.
“Brother,” Decker said.
