to be looking at. How’s she involved with Killjoy’s people? Did she know Daemon before all of this or did she go to them because she was pissed at me? We need answers there. And maybe get some kind of tracking on her so we can see who she meets with.”
“I have a mini drone in the area now,” David said, nodding toward the other laptop on the table. It was a live feed of the outside of Daemon’s house, looking into the living room window, where the electro and whoever the guy was were watching TV and eating out of white styrofoam takeout containers.
“I had no idea you even had those,” I said.
He shrugged. “Jenson’s idea.”
“It’s a good one.”
We stayed up late, mostly waiting for the electro to go somewhere so the drone could follow her. I sat on the couch next to Ryan, who had already dozed off and was snoring quietly with his head resting back on the couch. Jenson sat on my other side with the laptop with the drone feed resting on her knees.
“You know, I set this to record,” David said finally. “We don’t have to stay up all night and watch it.”
“I’ve watched this long,” Jenson said with a shrug. “If you’re tired, you should turn in, though.”
I glanced up to see David watching Jenson with a blank look on his face.
“Unless you want to be too tired tomorrow,” she said in a quieter tone, keeping her eyes on the screen.
That seemed to get him moving. “Okay. Just leave that in my lab whenever you’re done with it. Night,” he said, then he smacked Ryan’s shoulder and Ryan jolted awake.
“They’re insisting on watching the drone,” David told Ryan.
Ryan stood up with a yawn, then glanced down at me. “So a late night for Jo means I’m in for a fun work shift tomorrow, then.”
“Are you suggesting that I get bitchy when I’m tired?” I asked.
“And I get to work with you first thing in the morning,” he said with a grin. “Try not to take my head off.”
I shook my head, and he called a “night” over his shoulder. Once my door closed behind Ryan and David, I turned to Jenson.
“So. What’s going on on tomorrow?”
Chapter Four
Jenson tried to avoid the question, but she really should know by now that I’m a stubborn pain in the ass when I want to be. In the end, she just shrugged. “We’re going to see a movie and probably grab something to eat.”
“Like a date?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
“You are such a goof,” she said, laughing. “It’s not a date. We’re friends. We’re going to hang out away from work and do friend-type things.”
“Do friend-type things include anything to do with tongue?” I asked, and she tossed the pillow from her end of the couch at my head. I ducked, laughing.
“You are the worst,” she muttered, but her face was a deep pink. “It’s not a date,” Jenson repeated.
“Okay.”
“If what David and I are going to do tomorrow counts as a ‘date’ then you and Caine are practically married,” she said with a smirk.
“We are not.”
“Uh huh. You work together, hang out together, eat together, train together—“
“Yeah, I do all of that with you, too. Are we married?”
“I’m just waiting for you to pop the question and run away with me,” Jenson said in a wry tone, and I shook my head.
“Okay. So has one of these not-a-dates happened before?”
Jenson shook her head. I wanted to keep her talking about this or anything, really. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to go to sleep.
Stupid as it was, didn’t really want to be alone.
“I wonder what she’ll lead us to,” I said, looking back at the laptop screen.
“I wonder mostly how she knows Daemon,” Jenson said. “How can she already know him well enough that she has a key to his house and can just make herself at home? Unless she was already working with Death and the rest of them,” she finished.
I nodded.
“And what about your search?” she asked after a few moments.
“What search?”
“We
“I have a mini drone in the area now,” David said, nodding toward the other laptop on the table. It was a live feed of the outside of Daemon’s house, looking into the living room window, where the electro and whoever the guy was were watching TV and eating out of white styrofoam takeout containers.
“I had no idea you even had those,” I said.
He shrugged. “Jenson’s idea.”
“It’s a good one.”
We stayed up late, mostly waiting for the electro to go somewhere so the drone could follow her. I sat on the couch next to Ryan, who had already dozed off and was snoring quietly with his head resting back on the couch. Jenson sat on my other side with the laptop with the drone feed resting on her knees.
“You know, I set this to record,” David said finally. “We don’t have to stay up all night and watch it.”
“I’ve watched this long,” Jenson said with a shrug. “If you’re tired, you should turn in, though.”
I glanced up to see David watching Jenson with a blank look on his face.
“Unless you want to be too tired tomorrow,” she said in a quieter tone, keeping her eyes on the screen.
That seemed to get him moving. “Okay. Just leave that in my lab whenever you’re done with it. Night,” he said, then he smacked Ryan’s shoulder and Ryan jolted awake.
“They’re insisting on watching the drone,” David told Ryan.
Ryan stood up with a yawn, then glanced down at me. “So a late night for Jo means I’m in for a fun work shift tomorrow, then.”
“Are you suggesting that I get bitchy when I’m tired?” I asked.
“And I get to work with you first thing in the morning,” he said with a grin. “Try not to take my head off.”
I shook my head, and he called a “night” over his shoulder. Once my door closed behind Ryan and David, I turned to Jenson.
“So. What’s going on on tomorrow?”
Chapter Four
Jenson tried to avoid the question, but she really should know by now that I’m a stubborn pain in the ass when I want to be. In the end, she just shrugged. “We’re going to see a movie and probably grab something to eat.”
“Like a date?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
“You are such a goof,” she said, laughing. “It’s not a date. We’re friends. We’re going to hang out away from work and do friend-type things.”
“Do friend-type things include anything to do with tongue?” I asked, and she tossed the pillow from her end of the couch at my head. I ducked, laughing.
“You are the worst,” she muttered, but her face was a deep pink. “It’s not a date,” Jenson repeated.
“Okay.”
“If what David and I are going to do tomorrow counts as a ‘date’ then you and Caine are practically married,” she said with a smirk.
“We are not.”
“Uh huh. You work together, hang out together, eat together, train together—“
“Yeah, I do all of that with you, too. Are we married?”
“I’m just waiting for you to pop the question and run away with me,” Jenson said in a wry tone, and I shook my head.
“Okay. So has one of these not-a-dates happened before?”
Jenson shook her head. I wanted to keep her talking about this or anything, really. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to go to sleep.
Stupid as it was, didn’t really want to be alone.
“I wonder what she’ll lead us to,” I said, looking back at the laptop screen.
“I wonder mostly how she knows Daemon,” Jenson said. “How can she already know him well enough that she has a key to his house and can just make herself at home? Unless she was already working with Death and the rest of them,” she finished.
I nodded.
“And what about your search?” she asked after a few moments.
“What search?”
“We
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