Page 80 of Wicked Shadows
Liz narrowed her eyes at Brianna and Reaper. “Noah Steele. Silas taught me how to be a spy. I know everything he knows. Call him right now—in front of me and on speaker—and tell him to get over here. Jax Hart can stay here with the others and be just fine. Silas needs backup, though.”
“You’ll have to lose your biker chick outfit. He’s not in the gang. In fact, if they find out he’s here, they’ll kill him. He infiltrated the gang years ago and was ‘sent to prison’ to get out of it. But he’s sure his cover was blown in the process,” Rebel countered.
“Like I said, I’m Shadow’s ride-or-die girl, so the leather stays. If anyone sees me with Silas, I can vouch for him as a real biker chick.” Liz lowered her gaze to Reaper’s phone pointedly and raised her eyebrows.
With a resigned sigh, he picked up his phone and pressed the button for Silas. When the call connected, he smiled and hit the speaker button. “Hey, big brother, you’re on speaker. There’s someone here who wants to see you.”
A few seconds of pregnant silence filled the line before Silas replied. “Oh, yeah? Who’s that?”
“You know damn well who it is, Silas Steele,” Liz called. “You lied to me. You said you couldn’t bring me with you as a matter of national security.”
“It is a matter of national security, Liz. The nation is not secure when you’re on the loose as a rogue quadruple agent. You missed the whole point of a double agent.”
“There’s no reason why I should be limited to just double. I can play many sides against each other. Just because I’m more talented and flexible than you are is no reason to let envy keep me from helping you.”
Another punctuated silence stalled the conversation.
“Silas?”
“Yes, Liz?”
“Come on over to the hotel and bring this Jax person. He can stay here while we wrap up this case and bring Shadow home.”
Silas dropped his head backward and stared at the ceiling, ceding to Liz’s demand before disconnecting. “Fine. We’ll be there later tonight.”
Silas turned to Jax and smiled a devious smile. “I know I just moved you here from your Idaho mountain hideout, but Liz actually does have a valid point for once. I’m moving you to another location tonight. It’s secure and under armed protection. Elle’s and Beth’s families are also staying there.”
“Okay. But why the creepy smile?”
“You’re going to help me with Liz.”
“Who’s Liz?”
“You’ll see.” Silas laughed out loud. “You’ll see.”
When darkness began to fall over LA, Silas had Jax put on his disguise so they could leave the building without him being recognized. They reached the hotel and stepped off the elevators to find Liz waiting impatiently with her foot tapping.
“It’s about time.” She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed loudly. “Do you know how much time we’ve already wasted?”
“Patience, Liz. Let’s get Jason set up in his room.”
She looked at Jason suspiciously. “I thought your name was Jax.”
“Jax is his spy name. To everyone else, he’s Jason.” Silas made his statement so matter-of-factly, so nonchalantly, knowing Liz’s interest in Jason would double.
“Hold up. You’re a spy?”
“Of course. He’s in disguise right now. What’s really interesting is he used to be a special-effects makeup artist here in LA. He has mad skills with a makeup brush and a little putty.” Silas pulled out the big guns early, hoping his distraction was enough to entice Liz.
“Well. We’ll just see about his mad skills, won’t we?” Liz challenged.
Hook, line, and sinker,Silas thought as he smiled to himself.
“Let’s practice on Silas before he and I go out to help Shadow tonight,” Liz continued, effectively bursting his happy bubble.
“What? Who’s Shadow?” Jason asked, looking at Silas for help.
“Never mind. You don’t need to know anything about him. Now, my outfit is already perfect to join a motorcycle club, but I need more of a kick to my makeup. A good disguise to protect my real identity,” Liz decided.
