“So?”Brantley shrugged.“She’s no longer teaching.What does it matter if they out her for screwing teenagers?”
The muscles in Decker’s jaw flexed and bunched.He was harnessing his anger, but Brantley suspected it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge at this point.Brantley knew he was getting under the man’s skin.Since that was his goal, he considered it progress.
When Decker didn’t speak, Brantley looked at Simon.“I guess there’s not a story here after all.”
“I have a question,” Baz said, once again standing at the screen, tapping away.“Luca, back when the team was in New York, you created this folder.”
Luca looked up.“I did, yeah.I can’t remember right off how I came across her.I made a note because something seemed off.Can’t remember what, though.”
“Across who?”Becs asked.
Baz pointed at a Post-it note icon with the initials AB.He tapped it, and a photograph of a woman appeared.
“Allison Bogart,” Luca answered.
“Who is she?”Atticus asked.
“She was one of our new hires,” Reese explained.“She worked one case with us, then disappeared.”
“You hired an FBI agent?”Decker asked.
“She’s not FBI,” Brantley stated.“She worked with the Dallas Police Department.Special Victims Unit.”
“The hell she did,” Decker argued.“She’s a surveillance specialist with the FBI.”
Brantley looked at Reese.What the fuck?
Chapter Twenty-Five
“How do you know she’s FBI?”Reeseasked Decker, confused by the turn of events.
“Because she told me.”
“Did you know about this?”Brantley asked.
“That Luca had tied her to this?”Reese nodded.“But I had no idea she was FBI.”
He felt the familiar itch of guilt on the back of his neck.He hated that they’d kept that information from Brantley.At the time, he hadn’t seen another way.The man he loved was headstrong and fierce, and he didn’t doubt for one second that Brantley would’ve put the wedding on hold in order to chase a lead.
“I thought you said she was a new hire,” Atticus noted, looking at Reese before his gaze moved to Decker.“Weren’t you a new hire, too?”
“Decker didn’t come on board until a month after everyone else,” Reese explained.“He was finishing up an assignment.”
“Was that intentional?”Brantley asked, spitting the words at Z.“Did you hold him back so their paths didn’t cross?”
Z was about to answer, but RT shook his head, silencing him.
“Apparently, he pleads the fifth.”Atticus pursed his lips.“Still doesn’t make sense, but okay.”
“Tell us how you know Bogart,” Brantley commanded.
Decker glanced around, then got a nod to continue from RT.
“I met her while I was in Dallas.She told me she was FBI, working on a special assignment.”Decker rolled his eyes.“A case against Max Adorite.She wanted to know if I knew Eddie’s whereabouts because they had some questions for her.”
Reese was beginning to think Holt’s theory about a conspiracy wasn’t all that far off.Or perhaps it was spot on because something was clearly not right.
“When was this?”Simon inquired.
