off because he hadnât really enjoyed getting it. There had been a time when he dreamed of earning one. Being jaded sucked.
âThe question is, what are you going to do about it?â Kagan continued.
âKeep watching Tyler and Ryland,â Vitus answered. âTheyâll slip up one of these days.â
âThey already did, with that Magnus affair,â Kagan reminded him. âWeâve got to get it to stick.â
Vitus climbed into the driverâs seat and started the engine. Kagan rode shotgun as they drove out of the parking area.
âRyland showed his hand tonight,â Kagan continued. âThat girl is his weak spot, because he needs to give Carl what he wants. Press on it.â
âNo.â Vitus turned around a corner and onto the interstate. Kagan was cutting him a hard look.
âYou canât afford to be picky.â
âIâm not going to use her,â Vitus said. âShut the fuck up about it or you can walk.â
He was being insubordinate, but Kagan liked his rough edges because when it came to dealing with bad guys, nice guys finished last. Sometimes, dead last.
Kagan let him drive in silence for a long time but Vitus didnât think heâd won the point. Kagan wasnât a pushover by any stretch of the imagination. No, his section leader was cultivating arguments.
âDamascus might have pissed me off, but it was personal. Sheâs already been dragged through hell for the sake of who sheâs related to. I wonât add to that,â Vitus said as he started into the quiet neighborhood where his brotherâs team was operating from. The soccer moms never would have guessed that one of the sedate-looking mideighties homes actually housed an elite Special Operations team. Of course, that was the entire point.
Vitus pulled the van into the driveway and past the fence that kept the curious from seeing what was going on. A second car pulled in on his tail. His brother Saxon and Agent Thais Sinclair joined them in the driveway.
âThanks for the backup,â Vitus said. âGood night.â
Saxon waited until his brother was out of earshot. âIâll do it.â
Kagan offered him a small curve of his lips. It was high praise from a man who lived his life among shadow operatives. Anyone who wasnât sharp died pretty darn fast. That left only the best, and Kagan appreciated Saxon knowing something was up, even without solid intel.
âBe in touch,â Kagan said. âKeep your suit pressed and your shoes shined.â
âAnd make your peace with God,â Thais added. The female member of their team was sleek and poised. The meager light made her evening gown shimmer, but neither man made the mistake of being duped by the picture she presented. Thais Sinclair was a deadly operative, a fact sheâd proven more than once. She offered Saxon a long, hard look. âRyland isnât going to like seeing you anywhere near him. Show your face and it will touch off an explosion.â
âThatâs what Iâm hoping for,â Saxon answered.
Thais made a soft sound under her breath. âBe careful what you wish for, gentlemen. We almost got wiped out the last time Ryland came after us.â
âWhich is why I donât plan to wait for him to make another attempt,â Saxon said. âThereâs also Tyler. Heâs somewhere close to Ryland. No one else could protect him or pull that many strings to get him released after that business with the Magnus case.â
âIn that caseââThais offered a soft shrugââcount me in. Nothing I like better than facing an oncoming train.â
She walked up the driveway, still looking perfectly poised in spite of being in heels for the better part of the day. There wasnât even a tiny falter in her steps, her body moving in a sultry motion that made both men fight to maintain their professional outlook on her.
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