A tremble ran through her once more, but it had nothing to do with the threatening messages and everything to do with the gruffly handsome man before her.He looked damned pissed on her behalf, which was saying something given that they’d just met.The agency had tried to hide the case—to cover up Schultz’s wrongs.It stung a bit that a man she didn’t even know was more upset on her behalf than colleagues she’d known for years.
A flash of anger washed over her.Damn Schultz for drugging her drink and taking her back to his room—for attacking her when she was vulnerable and helpless.He was far more of an animal than a man, and she hated that the bastard could still be bothering her now from afar.He didn’t deserve even a second of her thoughts, and yet here she was—back on home soil, yet still on guard, always alert.Telling the barest details of her story to a man she hardly knew.
Radley cleared her throat, trying to get her mind back on track.“We’ll watch each other’s backs,” she told him.“Let’s secure the door so we can search the space.The lock is busted—I checked it when I came in.We’ll have to find something to temporarily block the entrance so no one sneaks up on us while we’re in here.Then we’ll search the boxes together.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Boone quipped, but he shot her a wink and strode toward the smaller room and door, shocking the hell out of her.Radley had a feeling that this was probably the only time he’d do exactly what she’d asked.
Chapter 6
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TEN MINUTES LATER,Radley watched Boone cross the vast warehouse space.They’d secured the back door so no one snuck up on them, and Radley had moved her car next to Boone’s big pickup truck, leaving them both partially hidden from view in the parking lot.
“How’d you get the address to this place?”he asked, looking over to her.
“The original address we had was for a cabin, as you’re probably aware.That was the site of their original weapons cache outside Seattle.”
“Holt briefed us this morning,” Boone confirmed.“I believe we were supposed to search it together,” he said pointedly.
Radley flashed him an annoyed look.“I wanted to get out of my condo early in case I had a tail.”
“And you didn’t think to call?Send a message by carrier pigeon?”he joked.His gaze on her was serious though.“I could’ve met you there earlier.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” she conceded.“Not that I can’t take care of myself.”Radley shot him a sidelong glance, noting the way Boone’s sexy mouth quirked up.Given how quickly he’d disarmed her earlier, she begrudgingly could see why he was amused.“The place was mostly empty when I checked it out, but I found a scrap of paper with this address written on it.I sent it to Holt and headed straight here.”
Boone frowned, looking thoughtful.“It seems careless of them to leave a new address behind.”
“Maybe, maybe not.Maybe they wanted someone to find it.It was beneath the lone table in the room.”
“Not very well hidden if you found it,” he pointed out.
Radley shrugged.“Maybe it blew onto the floor when I opened the door.There wasn’t much in or outside the cabin.They did have a padlock on the door, which was odd.I assume multiple men were coming and going, and knowing the combination gave them easy access.”
“How’d you get in?”
“I picked the lock,” she told him, noting that sexy smirk flash across his face again.“I also kept the paper I found.If anyone does come looking for it, it’s gone.The only guys who’ll show up here are the ones that already know the location.”Her eyes drifted across the warehouse.“The stacks of boxes against the wall explain all the sawdust I discovered at the cabin,” she added, further bringing him up to speed.“I’m guessing they started packaging shipments there but needed a larger location as their weapons cache grew.”Her gaze landed on the garage door.“They must be assembling or packaging boxes and trucking them out.”