Page 97 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

Vi’s lips flattened out. “Please don’t say that cell phone was in your duffel bag.”

“It wasn’t. I left it here.”

Her eyebrows rose and she pointed to the table. “Here, as in our warehouse?”

“Yeah.”

“Go get it,” she ordered with a tip of her head toward the door, then said to Ghost, “Go grab a laptop.”

Both Reaper and Ghost left the table at the same time, but before heading off in different directions, his teammate grabbed his arm to stop him. “Just wanted to say, glad those motherfuckers didn’t take you out.”

He wasn’t the only one.

“The quick response time probably had a lot to do with it.” Even though, to him, it had felt like he’d been held for days.

“As well as the Terradyne being hell on wheels.”

“The Terradyne didn’t do it on its own.”

Ghost grinned. “Hell no, it didn’t. It was commandeered by two crazy bitches.”

Reaper’s eyes flicked to the conference room and he waited to hear if Vi or Indie heard Ghost’s comment. When no response was heard, his gaze sliced back to Ghost. “They did good.”

“Of course they did. Not only are they crazy, they’re badass bitches. There’s no one who could run the Shadows team better than Vi.”

“Her father might have an opinion on that.”

“Diesel’s a dinosaur. At this point, he couldn’t keep up with his daughters if he tried.”

I am my father’s daughter.

“Right,” Reaper murmured, then headed out to his locker in the main warehouse.

Every member of the team had their own. Each was large enough to store any personal weapons, shotguns, rifles, and handguns along any other items they needed to keep secure. He kept anything locked in it that he didn’t want to leave in his cabin in case of a break-in.

He normally didn’t keep much in his. His Glock—when he wasn’t carrying it—some ammo, and of course, his ACMX.

Damn, that loss hurt.

He was there and back within two minutes. Entering the conference room, Vi’s dark brown eyes followed him as he returned to his seat.

Not thirty seconds later, Ghost slipped back into his and opened the laptop he retrieved from Badass Central.

“Use the program T-Bone coded to make anonymous calls,” Vi instructed him.

After a few clicks, Ghost looked up. “Okay, I assume we’re calling Sal.” He glanced over at Reaper. “Number?”

Reaper located it in his phone and read off the digits.

“Who wants to do the talking?” Ghost asked next.

“Whoever it is needs to disguise their voice,” Indie announced.

“Not a problem. We have a device for that,” T-Bone said with a cocky smile as he sat back in his chair.

“Of course there is,” Indie said. “Where?”

“The last time I did inventory I saw it in the cabinet in the equipment room. I'll grab it.“ T-Bone jumped out of his chair and left in a hurry.