Jericho’s phone buzzed with a text. He read it, pushed out of the chair. “It’s Liv. Normally, I wouldn’t?—”
“Family comes first,” Dakota said.
Jericho strode out.
“We can’t do nothing,” Sin said.
“The investigation on the home explosion will close,” Carrera said.
“Why is that?” Jericho asked.
“I told the press it was a gas leak that caused the explosion,” Sin explained. “I also called in a favor or two. The arson detective got himself into a mess a few years ago. He owed me one.”
“And we got the bodies out fast,” Rebel added.
Jericho strode back in. “Liv has an idea.” He sat, set his phone on the table. “Babe, you’re on speaker.”
“Hi guys,” Liv said.
The men acknowledged her.
“I just spent some time with Simone Redding,” Liv said. “She’s ready to return to ALPHA and she could work the case.”
Simone?
Luciano flicked his gaze to Carrera.
“Did you clear her to return?” Dakota asked.
“Months ago,” Liv replied.
“PTSD?” Sin asked.
“Not anymore,” Liv replied. “I thought she’d be a mess, you know, because she and Frederica were such good friends.”
“Since Quantico,” Dakota added.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Liv said. “She’s grieving, but she’s definitely angry. It’s a controlled rage. In the right environment, with the right people, that fury could be channeled into finding the suspect.”
“Thanks, Liv,” Sin said. “Very helpful.”
“Jericho—” Liv said.
“Yeah, babe,” Jericho replied.
“I had Jericho Road delivered for Simone and me, and there’s a ton left. Will you be home for dinner?”
“Absolutely. I’ll pick up the kids on my way. Love you.”
“Love you, babe.” The line went dead.
Without question, Luciano knew what he had to do. “I’ll go after The Bomb Maker.”
All eyes on him.
“I’m not law enforcement,” Luciano continued. “I’m not ALPHA. I’m an assassin who plays by my own set of rules.”
“And those are?” Cooper asked.
