“Hayes,” Gray warned, his hand on my shoulder. “That’s enough.”
The agent blinked a few times, mentally composing herself as she straightened her jacket. “I understand that you’re upset, but Margo is not our main objective in this case.”
“No, finding three million dollars’ worth of Nightwalkeris,” Dominic drawled.
Her blue eyes snapped over to him. She swallowed and clasped her hands together. “The drug is harmful—”
“You don’t need to tell us.” Gray cut her off, stepping up. “My wife was drugged with it. We know its effects. I want to know where your team is and Samson’s last known location.”
“Given your reputation,” she said slowly, “we were hoping you would have some insight—”
A harsh bit of laughter left me. I tossed my head back, feeling the rage surge down my arms, my bloodstream tainted with it. “Right,” I snapped, rolling my neck. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re going to call the local police and give us free rein. You’re also going to supply us with an SUV and whatever else we might need.”
She opened her mouth, but Ash cut her off. “We’ll take it from here.”
Grayson brushed by her, heading downstairs. Ash and Dominic followed without giving her a glance, leaving her on the rooftop with me.
“Anything happens to Margo,” I began, my voice somber, “I’m coming at you, your unit, and your boss with everything I have.”
“Mr. Mitchell, threatening a federal agent—”
“You’re playing with lives here,Agent.” She flinched. “This is the job you signed up for. You can’t just put on a mask and pretend your fuck-ups won’t cause lasting damage. Your position is too powerful.”
She said nothing.
I jerked my thumb to the chopper. “Anyone lays so much as a finger on my bird, I’ll fucking chop it off. We clear on that, Agent Carson?”
“Y-yes.”
“Right,” I muttered before pulling down my mask.
She stumbled back. “Quicksilver,” she breathed. “I—I know you.”
There it was.
“I know you do,” I shot back. “You flew with me in Germany.”
It was my second tour, and I’d been assigned to train in Germany for six months. Samantha Cruz was her name then. Now she was out and working for the FBI. I started to head inside and stopped at her shoulder, looking down at her. “It’s okay to give a shit about others.” My eyes dropped to the diamond ring on her finger. “Do you love your spouse?”
Her bottom lip trembled. “She’s my everything.”
“Margo Bennett is mine.”
“I’m sorry,” she rasped, the dam breaking. Tears were in her eyes now. “We got a tip from one of our contacts on the ground. I didn’t think—I didn’t—”
Fuck me.I looked down the stairwell and went back to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t apologize. It will do neither of us any good. All Red Snake needs from you is free rein.”
“You have it.”
“I know we’re on the clock here,” Dominic started, “but I need to take a moment to advise Ash against taking any sort of explosives with him.”
Ash’s brown eyes flicked up to glare at our weapons specialist. “You’ve got to let that go, man.”
“You blew up a building,” he deadpanned as I double-checked the ammo in my pistol.
We were in the parking garage, waiting on an update from Agent Carson.
They were calm because we would get Margo back. Deep down, I knew that, but there was a pain in my chest. A blade, sharp and lethal, shredding through the confidence in my team. We’d been in tougher spots than this. We’d walked away from worse things, but we weren’t going in to save a client.