After Teddy told him, anger slithered through him. “How are we playin’ this?”
Teddy looped Luciano into the convo and, five minutes later, the brothers had a plan. As they were ending the call, Caroline walked into the conference room, set down three bars of dark chocolate.
Teddy grinned. “Mygod, woman, I love you.”
Caroline’s smile sent a zing of energy soaring through him. Her gaze found his, her eyes softened.
I love this woman.
While Teddy tore open one of the bars, Caroline sat beside Greystone. “Tell me good news.”
After they updated her on the surveillance situation at Riverdale Apartments, she high-fived them. “I needed to hear that so badly.”
“How’d things go with JL?” Greystone asked.
“I don’t think she had a clue she’d hired a terror cell.” Caroline pulled her laptop from her computer bag. “She agreed to give Addison—Special Agent Anne English—a copy of her employee files, but she was a total witch to me.”
“How so?” Teddy asked, his mouth filled with candy.
“Doesn’t matter,” Caroline replied before breaking off a square of chocolate and biting into it. “Did we miss anything in the FBI restroom?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“Red herring?” she asked.
Greystone shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“I’m keeping a screen open on Riverdale Apartments,” she said. “And I’m gonna watch them twenty-four seven for the next forty-eight.”
“She’s a beast,” Teddy said.
She pulled her hair into a ponytail. “I thought taking SajidHaqazzii would stir them up, but there’s been no chatter about him. No comments, no threats.” She growled. “So frustrating.”
At five that afternoon, Teddy packed up. “I’m heading to the restaurant.”
“Willie Boy’s workin’ tonight,” Greystone said. “You’ll freak him out.”
“I’m gonna be all smiles and nothin’ but love for the cuz.” Teddy shouldered his computer bag. “Meet me at midnight. Use the back door.”
After he left, Caroline asked, “What’s that all about?”
“My cousin and uncle are fuckin’ with the wrong family.” He collected her chin in his hand, dipped down and kissed her. “Hey, baby.”
She smiled. “Hello, Rambo.” She dropped a light kiss on his mouth, held his gaze for an extra beat, then turned back to her laptop. “I’m trying not to lose it over this.”
“We got this,” he said.
“No, actually, we don’t.” She furrowed her brows, and the divot between her eyes deepened.
“If nothing changes, we’ve got plan B. I hate those, but we got one.”
She grew silent as she jumped between the extremist chat groups and the video cameras outside Riverdale Apartments.
At seven, Greystone said, “We gotta call it.” He eyed her screens. “Anything?”
“Nothing on the chat sites, but I’ve seen activity at two of the apartment buildings. Nothing at the third.”
“They’re gonna have disguises.”
