“To find out what the guy finds so damn interesting.”
He had a pretty good idea why someone would be watching him, and he’d be damned if he was going to sit back and become a target. Or worse…Scottie.
“Hey!” Chase did a quick check both ways before marching his infuriated ass across the quiet street. “Hold up! I want to talk to you.”
The chickenshit wasted no time dropping the camera in the passenger seat and firing up his car’s engine.
Shit.
“Come on, now. Don’t do that.” Chase shook his head, his booted feet covering a good distance of pavement through a series of long, purposeful steps. “You’re so interested in me, why don’t you stay here and talk to me like a man?”
When the car was shoved into gear, Chase knew his time with the dickhead was limited. He also had a feeling he knew why the man was determined not to engage.
“Did the person who hired you to find me order you not to make contact? Is that why you’re leaving? She tell you to keep your distance? Report back what you find?” he asked, referring to Kaamisha Dawari, the woman who’d had her men torture Webb’s CIA asset.
A woman they now believed was responsible for Hunter’s death.
He couldn’t deny the timing. First, they learn about the possible target still on their backs, and now there was this asshole…
It was all far too coincidental for his liking.
“How much is she paying you, huh?” Chase demanded as he grew closer to the man in the car. “Trust me, buddy. Whatever it is, it ain’t worth it.”
Rather than answer or engage in any sort of verbal confrontation, the man kept his eyes forward. Turning the wheel, he pressed on the gas, sending the front end of the car out from the one it had been parked behind.
Only a few important features were visible as the asshole spun his tires and took off down the road. Chase instantly began a mental catalog of everything he could see.
Mid-thirties. Tanned skin. Short, dark beard. Dark hair. Dark eyes.
Chase also caught the car’s license plate, though he expected it was probably a fake…
AMF0984.
With those important details locked away, he brought his attention back to Scottie.
“What the heck was—” she started to join him.
“Wait there!” he hollered over to her, raising a palm to stop her. “I’ll come to you.”
She listened and waited, though he could tell by the way she was biting her upper lip that her patience was rapidly wearing thin. Chase picked up the pace, deciding to jog the rest of the way.
“What was that all about?” She swung her gaze in the direction of the vanishing car.
“Don’t know.” He rejoined her near the sidewalk’s edge.
But I’m damn sure going to find out.
“I couldn’t see the man’s face from here,” she shared. “Do you…did you know him?”
“Never seen him before in my life.”
Fear flashed in her gaze as she brought her gorgeous stare back to his. “Are you sure he was watching us? Maybe he was just looking around at the same time we…you know…kissed.”
Shit. Not only had he spooked the asshole, but he’d also frightened her in the process.
Smooth, douchebag.
But fuck. When the guy pointed that damn camera in their direction, Chase had instantly connected the son of a bitch to the woman who may or may not be coming after the team. Given the facts as he knew them—and the timing of it all—he had no choice but to assume the Dawari woman had sent him.