Well, that was definitely early.And only a few hours away.Plus, Archer got the feeling Brantley and Reese would want this information ASAP.Hell, he wasn’t sure how Holt had managed to keep this to himself.No way had he forgotten about it.
He glanced at the screen again, wondering if Simon knew.Surely he did.He’d been through the data ad nauseam.Or so he’d said.
Atticus stepped back.“Until then, I say we catch a nap.”
“You headin’ home?”Archer asked, forcing himself to look away from the computer.He got to his feet and felt the impact of the past few hours in the twinges of his muscles.
Atticus looked out into the main area of the barn.“No.If I do, I’m sure I’ll oversleep.I think I’ll grab a couple of hours on the couch.”
“Since there aren’t two and not one long enough for me to fit on, I guess I’ll—”
“There’s a leather one in the loft.Full sofa.I think it’s even got a fold-out bed.I know JJ’s slept on it before.So has Baz.He’s not as tall as you, but…”
“I could do a full-size couch,” he said, not sure if that was true, but willing to find out if it meant not having to leave.He knew the information they’d uncovered was something Brantley would want immediately.If it were before midnight, he would’ve walked over and knocked on the door.At this point, it would just be rude.
“Cool.”Atticus returned to his computer, leaned over, and typed something.
“I’ll set an alarm.Three hours.No more, no less.”
Atticus nodded curtly, smiled, then walked out of the room.Before Archer reached the stairs up to the loft a few minutes later, he heard the guy snoring.
Three hours.
That was more than enough time to recharge.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Saturday, October 1, 2022
Brantley woke to Reese nudging his shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Atticus just called,” Reese’s voice was low and deep, thick with sleep.“He wants us to meet them at the barn.”
He didn’t bother opening his eyes.“What time is it?”
“Not quite morning.”
Not sure what that meant, Brantley grabbed his phone from the nightstand.He squinted at the screen.04:41.
No, not quite morning.
“They found something,” Reese added.
That was enough to pique Brantley’s interest.“What?”
“Didn’t say.But they worked almost all night.”
He knew he’d picked the right two for this case.
“I told him to give us a few minutes.”
“Can we get coffee first?”he asked, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“Atticus already started a pot.”
“He’s a good kid,” Brantley noted, smiling.
