Beginning: A PAVAD Prequel Novella (PAVAD: FBI Romantic Suspense) by Calle J. Brookes
Authors: Calle J. Brookes
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under circumstances that they truly could not control.
All flirting aside, what they were doing was about to get extremely dangerous.
Chapter Seventeen
ROYAL had always prided himself on being a patient man. This was no different. They waited and waited.
Nothing happened.
His phone rang with a text. He clicked the screen. We’re in Cape G., Where are you exactly?
Georgia.
This was not part of the plan. He dialed his friend. “What’s going on?”
“Find cover, wherever you are. We’re on the way. It’s Whiler and his GPS is pinging in Cape Girardeau.”
“We’re armed. Down by the river.” He gave her the names of the street signs they’d passed. “Someone was following us, but I can’t confirm identity.”
“Hold tight. The rest of the team is coming for you. Keep safe.”
He grabbed Len’s arm and pulled her quickly toward the first open business he saw. They wouldn’t put civilians in danger, but they wouldn’t stand on the street the way they had been. Not with Georgia and the others on the way. There was a reason his teammates had changed the plan.
And Royal trusted them enough to do what they’d said. He trusted them with his life, no damned question about it. “Stay by the window, and be ready. George and the others are coming.”
“They must have gotten the first shooter. The hired gun.” Royal felt his already considerable respect for her go up. She didn’t seem fazed at all. “That’s the only way they could have met us this quickly.”
He understood what she was saying—in order for Georgia and Mal to meet them at this point, they had to have redirected within an hour after they separated from him and Len in the first place.
And they would only have done that if they had more information. But why hadn’t they called?
Fifteen long minutes and two cups of coffee later, two people Royal recognized entered the coffee shop. He waved a hand at J.T. and Ana.
His teammates headed toward him and Len. J.T. was the first to speak. “Guess you guys got into a bit of trouble?”
“Something like that. What are you doing here?”
“Georgia and Mal are still about twenty minutes outside of town with the director.”
“There were supposed to take Ed straight into the city. What happened?”
“There was an attack on the car. Mal will need to replace it, but every one of our people are safe,” Ana said in her slightly European accent. Her hair was down and loose and bright red.
She was no bigger, and no curvier than Len. So pretty, so sweet. And Ana had one heck of a background in martial arts.
The similarities between her and Len were surprising; he’d never been attracted to his teammate the way he was to Len. “Who?”
“A professional by the name of Johan Dvorak. Or at least that’s what his passport reads.” Ana accepted a cup of coffee from J.T., the youngest member of their team. “Says he was hired by Whiler.”
“Any reason why?”
“Hmmm. Not sure yet. But it wasn’t Director Dennis that was the target. You were right about that. We have a tech analyst pouring over Whiler’s computers and phone records. But the pro was able to give name, address, and description of our girl here.” Ana sipped the coffee as she sat down in front of Len. Between Len and the window. “Jas, I don’t know what you did to Whiler, but you surely pissed him off something good. Any ideas?”
“The only contact I’ve had with him the last year was when I requested clarification on a previous case file six weeks ago. I’m afraid that case file sat on my desk until three days ago. With this other business I’m working on for Ed I wasn’t able to finalize my report on that case audit.”
“Who ordered the audit?” Royal asked.
“Ed. Whiler was one of the candidates for the new division that we were hesitant about. We’ve been discussing him, Stephenson, and Gannan for weeks.”
Royal thought for a moment. “Whatever you found in that file was enough to scare him into
All flirting aside, what they were doing was about to get extremely dangerous.
Chapter Seventeen
ROYAL had always prided himself on being a patient man. This was no different. They waited and waited.
Nothing happened.
His phone rang with a text. He clicked the screen. We’re in Cape G., Where are you exactly?
Georgia.
This was not part of the plan. He dialed his friend. “What’s going on?”
“Find cover, wherever you are. We’re on the way. It’s Whiler and his GPS is pinging in Cape Girardeau.”
“We’re armed. Down by the river.” He gave her the names of the street signs they’d passed. “Someone was following us, but I can’t confirm identity.”
“Hold tight. The rest of the team is coming for you. Keep safe.”
He grabbed Len’s arm and pulled her quickly toward the first open business he saw. They wouldn’t put civilians in danger, but they wouldn’t stand on the street the way they had been. Not with Georgia and the others on the way. There was a reason his teammates had changed the plan.
And Royal trusted them enough to do what they’d said. He trusted them with his life, no damned question about it. “Stay by the window, and be ready. George and the others are coming.”
“They must have gotten the first shooter. The hired gun.” Royal felt his already considerable respect for her go up. She didn’t seem fazed at all. “That’s the only way they could have met us this quickly.”
He understood what she was saying—in order for Georgia and Mal to meet them at this point, they had to have redirected within an hour after they separated from him and Len in the first place.
And they would only have done that if they had more information. But why hadn’t they called?
Fifteen long minutes and two cups of coffee later, two people Royal recognized entered the coffee shop. He waved a hand at J.T. and Ana.
His teammates headed toward him and Len. J.T. was the first to speak. “Guess you guys got into a bit of trouble?”
“Something like that. What are you doing here?”
“Georgia and Mal are still about twenty minutes outside of town with the director.”
“There were supposed to take Ed straight into the city. What happened?”
“There was an attack on the car. Mal will need to replace it, but every one of our people are safe,” Ana said in her slightly European accent. Her hair was down and loose and bright red.
She was no bigger, and no curvier than Len. So pretty, so sweet. And Ana had one heck of a background in martial arts.
The similarities between her and Len were surprising; he’d never been attracted to his teammate the way he was to Len. “Who?”
“A professional by the name of Johan Dvorak. Or at least that’s what his passport reads.” Ana accepted a cup of coffee from J.T., the youngest member of their team. “Says he was hired by Whiler.”
“Any reason why?”
“Hmmm. Not sure yet. But it wasn’t Director Dennis that was the target. You were right about that. We have a tech analyst pouring over Whiler’s computers and phone records. But the pro was able to give name, address, and description of our girl here.” Ana sipped the coffee as she sat down in front of Len. Between Len and the window. “Jas, I don’t know what you did to Whiler, but you surely pissed him off something good. Any ideas?”
“The only contact I’ve had with him the last year was when I requested clarification on a previous case file six weeks ago. I’m afraid that case file sat on my desk until three days ago. With this other business I’m working on for Ed I wasn’t able to finalize my report on that case audit.”
“Who ordered the audit?” Royal asked.
“Ed. Whiler was one of the candidates for the new division that we were hesitant about. We’ve been discussing him, Stephenson, and Gannan for weeks.”
Royal thought for a moment. “Whatever you found in that file was enough to scare him into
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