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stay in the car and be the lookout, there shouldn’t be any issue. These Russians are looking for me, but they’ll also want to steer clear of Evers’s people. No one wants a turf war.”
    â€œI don’t want to put you at risk. I could drive by on my own. Hardwiring into their system shouldn’t be terribly difficult.”
    â€œWithout me? Hell no.”
    His gaze narrowed. She was prepared to fight him on this, tooth and nail. They were crew. They had each other’s backs. She wasn’t about to let him save her and run off to put himself in danger. He might be used to working solo, but that was before today.
    â€œWe drive by the location. If I can hardwire in, we do it. If not, I’ll find another way. We need a different ride though.”
    â€œI can borrow something.” And by borrow, she meant steal. But only for a little while.
    â€œDo it fast. I’d like to be locked in for the night by five.”
    â€œLet me see what I’ve got to work with.”
    It might be a little stupid, but she was excited about working with Emery. Seeing him in action. It was a great way to spend an afternoon.
    * * *
    They were doing too much.
    Emery wanted to insulate Tori from the whole world, wrap her up in cotton and pack her away where no one would find her. And yet, here they were, rolling north on I-95 in a stolen three-year-old Camaro.
    CJ was already trying to locate them. So far, Emery had blocked CJ’s attempts through the network to track their location, but Emery would have to go off-line soon. He had bounced their connection through a dozen different countries through redirects, plus they’d burned their phones and he’d disabled the Tesla’s GPS and other online capability. Hopefully it would be enough until they got off grid, where nothing could find them.
    Emery had suspected the FBI of using their operation and leaving the crew in the dark before today, but now he was certain of it. What he feared was that CJ might have other methods of tracking them that Emery wasn’t aware of. He’d always been something of an unwanted stepchild in the agency. He fit in far better with the questionable types they hired than the agents he’d trained with. Honor among thieves, it seemed.
    â€œWhat’s our plan?” Tori slid into the middle lane, passing the slower traffic.
    â€œI’ll look for a junction box. It’s probably not going to be outside the fence.”
    â€œThen we have to get inside the fence.”
    â€œThat’s not a good idea. We’re supposed to be lying low.” It was completely crazy to still be working on the operation, especially when the FBI was possibly hanging them out to dry. Too bad Emery couldn’t turn his back on the job he’d said he’d see through.
    â€œI hate to break it to you, but we aren’t exactly good at that.” Tori glanced at him and grinned. Behind the wheel, she looked more like a troublesome pixie, ready to burn rubber and cause havoc.
    Emery blew out a breath. He knew that, just as he knew locking Tori up for her own good would kill her. She was a free creature. So he needed to manage the situation delicately.
    â€œWe get close, then let me out. Drive down that main street along the front of the building, and wait for me at the corner. I think there’s a little bodega there.”
    â€œWhat are you going to do?” She glanced at the toolbox on the floorboard.
    â€œWire us into their security.”
    â€œI don’t want to leave you alone.”
    â€œI won’t be. I need you to watch my back.”
    She frowned and merged into the far right lane, steering it toward their exit. The Camaro was a smooth enough ride, though too flashy for this little adventure. He’d have preferred a simple sedan or a work truck to blend into the surroundings, but Tori had wanted speed.
    This far out, there was a little space between the buildings they passed instead