“But you are.”
Braydon grinned.
Slade studied his cousin, meeting his gaze.That was when he saw it.“This was your doing.”
His cousin huffed a laugh.“I can’t take all the credit.The kids came up with it.We just helped to make it happen.”
“We?Did Brendon help?”
Braydon shrugged.
“What about Ethan?”
“I’ll never tell.”
He didn’t have to.That wicked grin said it all.
While Slade, along with a large portionof Coyote Ridge, watched the CRHS football team go on to beat their rivals in the homecoming game, Archer spent several more hours going over the data with Atticus.They compiled the information that continued to trickle in from Luca, JJ, and Becs, who’d started researching as soon as her daughter went to bed.Or so Atticus informed him.
Archer ignored several texts from Simon.He knew the man wanted to know where they stood.He fully intended to tell him and to ensure he received all the data they had, but for the moment, he was working for the task force.As an official team member, he had to put them first.Simon would understand.Hopefully.
It wasn’t until he was rubbing his eyes and heard Atticus yawning that he looked at the time.
“It’s almost two.”A heavy yawn escaped him.“How’d that happen?”
Atticus looked at his watch as he leaned back, stretching.“Time flies when you’re havin’ fun.”
Before Archer could suggest they call it a night, his gaze snagged on some information on his computer screen.He’d been going through Holt’s notes, trying to decipher fact from fiction, so he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking at.He leaned forward and read it again.
“Hey, uh … Atticus?”
“Hmm?”
Archer leaned back, pointed at his screen.“You should look at this.”
Atticus got up, stretching his arms across his chest as he walked over.When he stopped, he leaned over Archer’s shoulder to read the screen.
As Archer expected, he heard Atticus gasp.
A second later, he clamped a hand on Archer’s shoulder.“Is that real?”
“I have no idea.”
“Holy shit.That’s … holy shit.”
Yeah.Archer was thinking along those lines.
When Atticus stepped back, Archer peered over.“What should we do with that?”
“Take it to Brantley and Reese,” he blurted.
“It’s almost two in the mornin’,” he reminded Atticus, who again looked at his watch.
“Maybe we … um … wait until morning?They get up early.”
“How early?”
“Dawn.”
