His brother’s job also allowed him to understand and accept how a secret government team like Coulter’s could operate on U.S. soil. And how the public was better off never knowing of its existence.
By the time they were done, Garrett knew everything about the case against Gordan Crawford. What the CIA had on him, what they suspected, and even the set-up Shadow was putting together behind the scenes.
“That’s quite a story.”
Coulter nodded. “One that’s coming to an end very soon.”
“I hope you’re right.” His brother scowled. “Guys like that . . . They don’t deserve to be free.”
As far as I’m concerned, they don’t deserve to freaking breathe.
“That’s it, though. Right? There’s nothing else you want to get off your chest?”
“Avery knows about me and Alex,” he offered. “But only since yesterday, and the only reason she didn’t tell you was because I made her promise to let me be the one to tell you.”
“I’m surprised she agreed.”
“She gave me twenty-four hours.” Coulter glanced down at his watch. “I had a few to spare, but I figured sooner was better than later.”
With a sigh, his brother pushed himself out of his chair. “This is all . . . a lot. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna take me a minute to process.”
“I get it.” He stood, as well. “Trust me, I really do. I’m just glad it’s finally all out in the open.”
“Not yet.” Garrett grinned. “Not until you’ve told the rest of the team.”
A low curse escaped from under his breath. “How do you think they’ll take it?”
“Oh, they’re gonna give you shit. For like . . . a while.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I figured.”
They both began to chuckle.
“Come on.” Garrett put a hand to Coulter’s shoulder. “I’ll help you break the news.”
“Now?”
His brother shrugged. “There’s no time like the present.”
They started to make their way to the door when someone knocked on the other side.
“Come in,” Garrett gave whoever it was permission to enter.
The door opened and Ashley, Tac-Ops’ office manager, appeared.
“Oh, good.” The young woman smiled. “You’re still here.”
“Been here all morning,” Garrett frowned.
“Not you. Him.”
When Ashley pointed at Coulter, the two brothers shared a look of confusion.
“You’re looking for me?” Coulter clarified, his focus sliding back to her.
Ashely nodded. “There’s a woman here to see you. She introduced herself as Supervisory Special Agent Lena Price. Her ID says she’s with the CIA?”
What the?—
