4
GREYSTONE’S SURPRISE
GREYSTONE
Greystone hated leaving Caroline. She deserved to know the truth, but when it came to his missions, he kept that information on lockdown. No exceptions.
And that meant Bella too.
Hooking up with her was better than anything his imagination had conjured up on those lonely nights in Kar-fucking-akistan.
So much better.
He grunted out his frustration as Teddy accelerated on the GW Parkway, then made a call.
“We’ll be there in ten,” Teddy said, then hung up.
“What the hell was so damn important you had to pull me?” Greystone asked.
Teddy shot him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, brother. And the crazy thing is that I did the same thing to Lulu when he was with Simone.”
“It’s a bad habit you gotta break,” Greystone growled.
“I’m not looking to do that, idiot. Shit happens and I react. What did you expect me to do? Ignore the call? Tell the IO no?”
“Why couldn’t we meet up with the asset tomorrow?”
“She’s flying to an undisclosed location because she’s afraid Haqazzii’s gonna gun her down.”
Teddy had called it right. They didn’t have a choice.
“You did good.” Greystone pulled out the hair tie, shoved it into his suit pocket. “Sorry I blew up.”
“It’s all good.”
“Which Haqazzii?”
“She’s been working with an IO, and says she knows who the leader is.” After a beat, Teddy said, “Just make it up to Caroline.”
“She didn’t know it was me.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Teddy asked. “If she didn’t know it was you—and I’m not sure how you pulledthatoff—then she’s not angry with you for leaving.”
Greystone grew silent. Did she know it was him? She was smart. Had he said too much? Had he somehow given himself away? He had no fucking idea. She was already angry with him for ghosting. Walking out on her birthday celebration would only make things worse. He’d figure something out. But for the next several hours, he needed to focus up.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“San Diego.”
“I’ve got a meeting tomorrow at the Black Site.”
“Might be running late. What time?”
“Eleven.”
“Text Dakota. If you make it there by one-thirty, it’ll be a win.”
Greystone sent Dakota a text.