Page 139 of I Know Your Secret
“Yeah?” I answer.
The voice on the other end is Agent Lasko’s. “We’re a go from Director Raymond.”
“Any notes from our fearless leader?” I ask, wondering if there’s anything Raymond said pertinent to the rabbit hole we’re about to fall into and get lost inside of.
“No. Nothing more than do what’s necessary to bring his daughter home.”
“Of course. Talk soon. Oh, and Lasko?”
“Yeah?”
“Burn the phone.”
The call cuts off with a click.
“We’re on?” Chase asks, dropping his piece of frozen pizza onto his plate after taking a bite.
“We are.”
We spend the next two hours letting Greer in on what’s been going on in my investigation into Director Helms and how hairy things are about to get with this retrieval of Raymond’s daughter.
“We have to do everything we can to get her back,” Greer says, as if it’s why I’m doing this. As if I’m a bleeding heart, out for justice.
“We will,” Chase says, eyeing me as if to silence me from putting my foot into my mouth, which I’m good at in moments like these.
I open my mouth to speak, and a knock at the door has Greer standing so fast from the table, I can’t fathom what’s happening.
In a flash, she’s up from her chair, the chair knocked backward, and she’s behind me, calling Bear to heel beside her as he snarls toward the door.
Chase grins. “At least she knows where to stand when danger’s afoot.”
I roll my eyes.
“Are we expecting someone?” Greer breathes, her voice shaky.
“We are,” I reply, liking more than I should that she’s included herself in this particular mission.
Not smart, but Helms has her in his sights, so there isn’t much I can do about her involvement now.
Standing, I give her a steadying kiss on the lips, hovering as I recall how she felt hours ago wrapped around me.
Chase clears his throat, as if we’ve forgotten his presence.
Greer smiles against my lips.
“You’re safe, pretty poison,” I whisper.
I stride to the door and fling it open, shaking hands with Brian before stepping aside to allow him to enter.
I should’ve warned Greer about this particular run-in, but I know that in the end, she’ll come around.
She always does.
“Oh hell no!” she squeals, stepping into the living room and crossing her arms. “Wait…”
Her eyes flick between Brian and me. “You fucking know him?”
I lick my lips, taunting her. “I do.”
