Chavez, indicating I wanted to see her.
She set down her comm and headed toward me. She glanced at Donovan, but I wasn’t in the mood for introductions.
“I want you to take over Randolph’s cover and be Deseronto’s partner.” I met her dark eyes. She was model gorgeous and one of my best agents. “You good with that?” “Absolutely,” she said with no hesitation and pure professionalism.
“Give me a moment and I’ll brief you in my office,” I said. Since it didn’t look like Donovan was going away, I might as well introduce him to the team.
“Listen up,” I said, loud enough to catch most of the agents’ attention until they were all quiet. “This is Special Agent Nick Donovan. He’s been assigned to our team. Donovan is new to RED so give him as much hell as possible.”
Some of the agents laughed. Donovan didn’t. Donovan and Chavez followed me as I headed out of the CC and up the stairs. “Randolph and Deseronto penetrated a couple of BDSM clubs with ties to the group we’re targeting.”
When we reached my office, I motioned to the chairs in front of my desk.
Chavez sat. Donovan hitched his shoulder up against the door frame and studied me with those intense blue eyes, still saying nothing. If I was the type to be easily rattled, that look would have done the job. “I haven’t had a chance to review the intel reports this morning.” I focused on Chavez. “As soon as I do I’ll have you completely briefed before we put you out in the field.
Isabella, you’ll be penetrating a BDSM club that Deseronto’s in. Are you up on the scene?”
She nodded. “I know what to expect.”
“Excellent. I’ll let you know when I have the latest intel for you.”
“Got it.” Chavez stood.
“I’ll be assigning more agents,” I said. “You and Deseronto won’t be alone.” I Chavez nodded again before she turned and strode through the door past Donovan.
Finally, my gaze met Donovan’s.
“We need to talk,” he said as he pushed away from the door frame.
“Yeah, we do.” I rubbed my temples. “But it’ll have to wait.”
March 28
Thursday evening
My jogging shoes squeaked on the concrete floor of RED’s almost empty parking garage. Smells of dirty oil and antifreeze certainly didn’t make the churning in my stomach any better.
Donovan and I didn’t speak as we walked from RED and neared a Ford Explorer black enough to seem to absorb most of the surrounding light. I wouldn’t exactly call it a comfortable silence.
Oxford had informed me that Donovan would be the agent to drop me off at my place. Like I had a choice. I glanced at the empty parking spot between my undercover vehicles. My black Jeep Cherokee was still parked in front of Gary’s triple-decker.
As much as I didn’t want to, I climbed into Donovan’s vehicle, which smelled of leather and the musky, spicy scent I’d noticed when I’d walked beside Donovan to the parking garage and in Oxford’s office.
Every part of me was exhausted to the point where I didn’t care if I dropped onto an oil slick.
The moment I relaxed against the seat, wind just whooshed right out of me as I heaved out a long breath. I had to fight my eyelids just to keep them open.
I realized Donovan wasn’t heading to Southie and I looked at him. “Uh, I live in South Boston,” I said as we headed toward Little Italy, in the North End.
“We’re not going to your home,” he said without looking at me.
“What the hell?” I came fully awake as he reached the parking garage at the corner of Congress Street and Sudbury Street, across from the Haymarket T
stop. “What are you pulling, Donovan?”
“I’m hungry.” He guided his Explorer into a spot and parked. “And we need to talk.”
“No way.” I glared at him as he started to open his door.
“You don’t just make decisions like that when it involves me.” He looked at me with a calm expression. “I just did,” he said before he climbed out of the SUV.
Well,
She set down her comm and headed toward me. She glanced at Donovan, but I wasn’t in the mood for introductions.
“I want you to take over Randolph’s cover and be Deseronto’s partner.” I met her dark eyes. She was model gorgeous and one of my best agents. “You good with that?” “Absolutely,” she said with no hesitation and pure professionalism.
“Give me a moment and I’ll brief you in my office,” I said. Since it didn’t look like Donovan was going away, I might as well introduce him to the team.
“Listen up,” I said, loud enough to catch most of the agents’ attention until they were all quiet. “This is Special Agent Nick Donovan. He’s been assigned to our team. Donovan is new to RED so give him as much hell as possible.”
Some of the agents laughed. Donovan didn’t. Donovan and Chavez followed me as I headed out of the CC and up the stairs. “Randolph and Deseronto penetrated a couple of BDSM clubs with ties to the group we’re targeting.”
When we reached my office, I motioned to the chairs in front of my desk.
Chavez sat. Donovan hitched his shoulder up against the door frame and studied me with those intense blue eyes, still saying nothing. If I was the type to be easily rattled, that look would have done the job. “I haven’t had a chance to review the intel reports this morning.” I focused on Chavez. “As soon as I do I’ll have you completely briefed before we put you out in the field.
Isabella, you’ll be penetrating a BDSM club that Deseronto’s in. Are you up on the scene?”
She nodded. “I know what to expect.”
“Excellent. I’ll let you know when I have the latest intel for you.”
“Got it.” Chavez stood.
“I’ll be assigning more agents,” I said. “You and Deseronto won’t be alone.” I Chavez nodded again before she turned and strode through the door past Donovan.
Finally, my gaze met Donovan’s.
“We need to talk,” he said as he pushed away from the door frame.
“Yeah, we do.” I rubbed my temples. “But it’ll have to wait.”
March 28
Thursday evening
My jogging shoes squeaked on the concrete floor of RED’s almost empty parking garage. Smells of dirty oil and antifreeze certainly didn’t make the churning in my stomach any better.
Donovan and I didn’t speak as we walked from RED and neared a Ford Explorer black enough to seem to absorb most of the surrounding light. I wouldn’t exactly call it a comfortable silence.
Oxford had informed me that Donovan would be the agent to drop me off at my place. Like I had a choice. I glanced at the empty parking spot between my undercover vehicles. My black Jeep Cherokee was still parked in front of Gary’s triple-decker.
As much as I didn’t want to, I climbed into Donovan’s vehicle, which smelled of leather and the musky, spicy scent I’d noticed when I’d walked beside Donovan to the parking garage and in Oxford’s office.
Every part of me was exhausted to the point where I didn’t care if I dropped onto an oil slick.
The moment I relaxed against the seat, wind just whooshed right out of me as I heaved out a long breath. I had to fight my eyelids just to keep them open.
I realized Donovan wasn’t heading to Southie and I looked at him. “Uh, I live in South Boston,” I said as we headed toward Little Italy, in the North End.
“We’re not going to your home,” he said without looking at me.
“What the hell?” I came fully awake as he reached the parking garage at the corner of Congress Street and Sudbury Street, across from the Haymarket T
stop. “What are you pulling, Donovan?”
“I’m hungry.” He guided his Explorer into a spot and parked. “And we need to talk.”
“No way.” I glared at him as he started to open his door.
“You don’t just make decisions like that when it involves me.” He looked at me with a calm expression. “I just did,” he said before he climbed out of the SUV.
Well,
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