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and I’m her husband. She’s bold. Ignore her. I’m here to work the case with my partner.”
Lucian pointed at the man in the corner. He was strapped with more guns than should be legal. That said a lot about him.
Jagger didn’t approach.
“Who’s he?”
“That’s my wingman,” Maura said, much to Luke’s dissatisfaction. “He’s Captain Jagger Armstrong.”
He saluted with two fingers and a snap of his gum.
Apparently, he wasn’t a man of many words.
“Uh, babe,” Luke said, rewinding the conversation a little bit. “Your wingman? That has a totally different connotation for men.”
She stared at him. “I know what it means. That’s what I meant,” she said busting his ass.
Jagger laughed.
He loved this team. They never ceased to keep him amused. Maura could ride ass, and you never knew it was happening.
“Anyway, Lucian, Jagger is going to hide out around your place, making sure that the team stays safe.”
“Does he talk?”
They all looked over.
“Not unless I’m at gunpoint,” he stated. “I don’t like people. They generally suck. When I talk, I feel like pointing that out. Like right now.”
It helped ease the moment.
Lucian actually laughed.
“I feel like that more often than not, so I completely get that, Jagger.”
Then he focused on the last man there. “And you are?”
“I’m Director Nathaniel Carter, and I’m Luke’s partner. I’m going to find the killer, and then get us the hell out of here before anyone figures out who Avalon is.”
They shook hands.
“Why are you angry?” Lucian asked, the second their hands touched.
Nate didn’t answer.
What was he supposed to say? His girl was smiling at another man—a psychic no less—and he wanted to hurt someone.
Yeah, not a good opener when trying to get on someone’s good side.
“I’m not angry. I’m working this mess. We have to figure out what to do. This is my normal sunny behavior.”
No one bought that, but then again, no one questioned it either.
It wasn’t the time or the place.
Lucian led them into the large sitting area.
“Welcome to my prison.”
No one reacted.
If he was waiting for them to comment, it wasn’t going to happen. Both Maura and Jagger had been POWs at one point. This was absolutely nothing like prison.
They’d all dealt with people in their lives who were having one hell of a pity party, and this man was king of them.
They all took a seat.
“What happened?” Nate asked, keeping a close eye on Avalon. She was pacing back and forth not far from them, and how she knew there was no furniture, he didn’t have a clue. Normally, someone had to help her navigate it.
Nate wasn’t sure he liked this at all. It was as if she was at home in his space.
It was making him edgy.
“We want to help you,” Avalon offered. “Maybe you can tell us about what happened?”
She knew, but the team needed to be briefed, and she wanted to focus.
Lucian took a seat in a wingback chair. “I always get flashes of visions. It’s normal. I sometimes see people leaving a scene of a crime or a gunfight. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It grabbed ahold of me, and I couldn’t escape.”
Luke made notes.
“What are they doing?” Lucian asked, as Maura and Jagger each took a window in the large room.
“Security,” Nate offered.
“I’m safe,” he said.
“She’s not,” Nate offered. “Coming here is dangerous for Avalon. We want to help you, but we have to ensure she’s safe too. That’s one of our top priorities.”
He glanced over at the woman.
She looked distracted.
“She’s listening.”
Nate lifted a brow. “And you know that how?”
“She’s silenced the voices in my head for me. I can think now. Before you got here, I couldn’t focus. She’s listening for me.”
“So you can’t hear anything?”
He thought about it. “I can hear it, but it’s not as loud. It’s as if she’s covering my ears. It’s now only low
Lucian pointed at the man in the corner. He was strapped with more guns than should be legal. That said a lot about him.
Jagger didn’t approach.
“Who’s he?”
“That’s my wingman,” Maura said, much to Luke’s dissatisfaction. “He’s Captain Jagger Armstrong.”
He saluted with two fingers and a snap of his gum.
Apparently, he wasn’t a man of many words.
“Uh, babe,” Luke said, rewinding the conversation a little bit. “Your wingman? That has a totally different connotation for men.”
She stared at him. “I know what it means. That’s what I meant,” she said busting his ass.
Jagger laughed.
He loved this team. They never ceased to keep him amused. Maura could ride ass, and you never knew it was happening.
“Anyway, Lucian, Jagger is going to hide out around your place, making sure that the team stays safe.”
“Does he talk?”
They all looked over.
“Not unless I’m at gunpoint,” he stated. “I don’t like people. They generally suck. When I talk, I feel like pointing that out. Like right now.”
It helped ease the moment.
Lucian actually laughed.
“I feel like that more often than not, so I completely get that, Jagger.”
Then he focused on the last man there. “And you are?”
“I’m Director Nathaniel Carter, and I’m Luke’s partner. I’m going to find the killer, and then get us the hell out of here before anyone figures out who Avalon is.”
They shook hands.
“Why are you angry?” Lucian asked, the second their hands touched.
Nate didn’t answer.
What was he supposed to say? His girl was smiling at another man—a psychic no less—and he wanted to hurt someone.
Yeah, not a good opener when trying to get on someone’s good side.
“I’m not angry. I’m working this mess. We have to figure out what to do. This is my normal sunny behavior.”
No one bought that, but then again, no one questioned it either.
It wasn’t the time or the place.
Lucian led them into the large sitting area.
“Welcome to my prison.”
No one reacted.
If he was waiting for them to comment, it wasn’t going to happen. Both Maura and Jagger had been POWs at one point. This was absolutely nothing like prison.
They’d all dealt with people in their lives who were having one hell of a pity party, and this man was king of them.
They all took a seat.
“What happened?” Nate asked, keeping a close eye on Avalon. She was pacing back and forth not far from them, and how she knew there was no furniture, he didn’t have a clue. Normally, someone had to help her navigate it.
Nate wasn’t sure he liked this at all. It was as if she was at home in his space.
It was making him edgy.
“We want to help you,” Avalon offered. “Maybe you can tell us about what happened?”
She knew, but the team needed to be briefed, and she wanted to focus.
Lucian took a seat in a wingback chair. “I always get flashes of visions. It’s normal. I sometimes see people leaving a scene of a crime or a gunfight. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It grabbed ahold of me, and I couldn’t escape.”
Luke made notes.
“What are they doing?” Lucian asked, as Maura and Jagger each took a window in the large room.
“Security,” Nate offered.
“I’m safe,” he said.
“She’s not,” Nate offered. “Coming here is dangerous for Avalon. We want to help you, but we have to ensure she’s safe too. That’s one of our top priorities.”
He glanced over at the woman.
She looked distracted.
“She’s listening.”
Nate lifted a brow. “And you know that how?”
“She’s silenced the voices in my head for me. I can think now. Before you got here, I couldn’t focus. She’s listening for me.”
“So you can’t hear anything?”
He thought about it. “I can hear it, but it’s not as loud. It’s as if she’s covering my ears. It’s now only low
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