page of information. Some appeared to be invoices, others scraps of paper or e-mails. Every couple of minutes heâd grab a bit of text and take it to a browser and run a search. The rate at which he processed everything was astonishing. He really was amazing.
After a while, her attention drifted from the screen to the man. How was it heâd been produced in an environment where he wasnât wantedâand still had turned into an incredible human being? Sheâd often thought it was the nature of her birth that led to her lifestyle of danger and fast cars, but with Emery, it was different. Heâd turned from the natural path of his life to become something better.
Part of her wanted to look up his family and make sure they realized just how incredible their son was. It was her protective instincts kicking in. Sure, Emery was part of the crew and sheâd take a bullet for him, but deep down she knew it was more. Her girlish crush on him was founded on more than just good looks. She respected him. Unlike her or the others, Emery fought many of their battles before the rest of them even knew there was danger. Technology and information were weapons far greater than sheâd anticipated when she was younger and focused on guns and munitions. Maybe if sheâd known the way the world would go, sheâd have taken up computer science instead of mechanics.
Yeah, that would never have happened. She was too hands-on for what Emery did.
The image of a building filled his screen, grabbing her attention.
âWhatâs that?â she asked.
âThe Greenworks building. Purchased around the time Evers was arrested.â
âThatâs a fortress.â She leaned over his shoulder.
The mostly concrete building had few windows and was surrounded by a chain-link fence with razor wire over the top.
âWhere is it?â she asked.
âNorth of Fort Lauderdale. It looks like the power and water were turned back on a little more than two months ago.â
She didnât need to be a computer genius to see that connection.
Theyâd wondered where Eversâs operation had moved to since his arrest. Had they just found the new hive?
âIs there security footage?â She hovered over his shoulder, watching as he pulled up aerial footage of the building and clicked through the frames.
âProbably.â
âCan you hack it?â
âIf the cameras are online I can hack them, but it might be faster . . .â
âFaster to?â
âSorry.â He shook his head. âA place like this, sometimes itâs easier to hardwire into their system. Itâs got to be fairly sophisticated.â
âWe need to do a drive-by then. Do you have the stuff youâd need to wire in or whatever youâre doing?â The team had been searching for the last two months for whatever Eversâs people were up to. To finally have an answer for the crazy series of events would be fantastic.
âIâm not sure going by now is a good idea.â He turned toward her, gaze narrowed in thought.
The hit team.
The little fact of their bolting.
But it was just a drive-by. Checking the location. Nothing major.
âIf we donât jump on the opportunity while we have it, it may disappear. Like the import-export company. Thereâs no guarantee this site will remain operational. Besides, what if thereâs another location we donât know about?â She gestured to the image on the laptop.
âI agree, but your safety is more important.â
It felt as though a million tiny butterflies took wing in that moment. For a second, she didnât draw a breath. Emery was putting her above the operation. Her cheeks heated slightly before the guilt slammed into her. She was not more important than the work they did. Her safety wasnât grounds enough for compromising a solid lead, which was more than theyâd had in months.
Tori shook her head. âIf I
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