“Locksmith’s here,” Carrera said. “I’ll bring him up.” He took off toward the elevator.
“How’s Addison questioning her if the group is top-secret?” Grey asked.
Caroline stepped close. For a split second she got lost in the intensity of his gaze, but he lowered his head so she could whisper in his ear.
She stood on her toes, gripped his shoulder for support. “ALPHA Ops have badges to several three-letter agencies, so they use one of those aliases,” she whispered.
“When’s Addison going?”
“Now.”
“You gotta meet her.”
“I can’t just drop in—” She broke eye contact. “I got this.” Caroline texted JL.
How are you doing? Did Erik come back to work?
…
Emergency contact said he moved back to UAE
He just ghosted on you???
His contact said it was work related
I’m here if you want to talk
Caroline called Addison.
“Hey,” Addison answered. “Did you talk to her?”
“Yeah. She talked to his emergency contact who said he went back to UAE for work. I couldn’t get the contact’s name without sounding suspicious.”
“I can get there in forty,” Addison said.
“I’ll meet you there.” Caroline ended the call.
Carrera returned with the locksmith, who keyed open the bathroom door.
“Make me a master key,” Carrera said.
“No prob, but don’t you have to put in a req for this?” asked the locksmith. “Normally, this kinda thing takes forever.”
“I took care of the paperwork and I got cash.”
“That’ll work.” The locksmith got busy cutting a key.
Grey eyed Caroline. “I’m goin’ in.”
“Together,” she said.
“If there’s something in there, we gotta make sure it’s not set to blow,” he murmured.
Slowly, Grey cracked open the door, peered inside. “All clear.”
After pushing it open the rest of the way, he entered, she followed.
There was nothing remarkable in the restroom. No bomb in the middle of the floor, no bomb-making supplies.
