“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he said, pulling Seth toward their own SUV, leaving the fugitive with Mac and Noah. The newbie was already long gone.
“Meet us at the Marshals’ office, and we’ll find a hotel,” Mac told him, sliding into the other SUV.
Forty-five minutes later, they walked out of the L.A. field office.
The city hadn’t slowed—just thinned out.
Frost glanced at his watch. Just before three p.m. Too long a day for this shit.
Fuck, he was tired.
It sat heavy behind his eyes.
L.A. was a pit. In his opinion, its glory days had come and gone.
Warm at this hour, the air carried that faint city grit.
But Seth wanted to see it—and apparently so did Noah, because the cousins had talked nonstop the whole time inside the office. He stretched and glanced at Mac.
“Let’s get a room for tonight. We can head out in the morning,” Mac said, tugging out his keys. The drive home would take about six or seven hours, give or take.
“You guys taking any vacation this year?” Frost asked.
“Yeah, we’re meeting up with Rossi and Stefano in Aruba at Barry’s place.”
“For how long?” Frost tipped his head.
“About two weeks. Why?” Mac juggled his keys.
“Seth is working too much.” He made damn sure his husband didn’t overhear him or he’d catch hell.
“Bring him. We fly out of SFO on August 10th.”
“Where are you going?” Seth asked, walking over with Noah.
“Noah didn’t tell you?” Frost asked, surprised.
“Nope. I haven’t seen Seth since the plans were made,” Noah said, hooking his arm through Mac’s.
“We’re going to Aruba. Staying with the guys at Barry’s place for two weeks,” Frost said, his tone firm as he pulled Seth into his arms.
“Okay.” Seth’s voice was muffled against his shirt before he laughed and pulled back.
“Hey…” Noah frowned, glancing at his phone. “We just got a message from William Caldwell.”
“What’s it say?” Mac asked, gaze dropping to the phone in Noah’s hand.
“He wants us to stick around L.A. and help with an op that’s going down.”
“Pegasus?”
“No, this is…Genesis,” Noah said slowly.
“Genesis. Jesus, we rarely hear about them,” Seth gaped.
“Viper in town?” Mac asked.
“I don’t know.” Noah’s thumb flew over the screen. “Nope—it looks like it’s Law.” He glanced up at Mac with a smile.
