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“I don’t have details, but I did assign a team to follow up. If you have any interest in joining, I’d hire you like that.” He snapped his fingers.
The server returned with their appetizers, and Simone opted to change the subject. Now wasn’t the right time—or the right place—to discuss the case.
“We’ll talk,” she said as Becca returned to the table. “Becca, are you thinking of relocating here?”
Becca beamed at Jerod. “We’ve been talking about living together. I’m starting a new job and can work remotely. The company is based in Manhattan and I’d need to spend a week every quarter at their headquarters. It’s a quick train ride from DC.”
“Sounds perfect,” Simone said. “Jerod you must be excited for Becca to move here.”
He blew her a kiss. “I’d marry her tomorrow if she was ready.”
“Let’s live together and see how that goes,” Becca said.
“How does Peter feel about you and Becca?” Simone asked.
A flash of surprise darkened Jerod’s eyes. “I’m sure he’d be thrilled.”
“Have you met Peter?” Simone asked Becca.
“No, I haven’t,” Becca replied. “Is he a friend of yours, honey?”
“Just a work friend.”
Simone held his gaze.
Jerod’s pink cheeks turned a deep red, the color spreading to his nose. He drained the water from the crystal glass before eying Becca.
If he was going to poke the bear, she’d poke it right back. While she might have backed down then, she wasnotbacking down now.
LUCIANO
Luciano glancedfrom Jericho’s laptop—where he’d been eyeing the faces of the men—to Sin, then Carrera before finally settling on Teddy.
“This really pisses me off,” Jericho said. “How the hell are we going to stop them?”
“Their passports are legit,” Teddy said.
“Their aliases are good,” Carrera said. “They’re getting in completely undetected. Not a single stop by Customs.”
“When sevenknownterrorists enter my country pretending to be upstanding US citizens, I get angry,” Jericho said.
“These men are no the No-Fly list,” Sin said. “They should’ve been stopped.”
“They’re barely disguising themselves,” Carrera said.
“Simone has been following up on every lead, no matter how small, but it’s been frustrating as hell,” Luciano said.
“She’s upstairs having dinner with friends,” Teddy bit out. “She’s not work?—”
“Chiudi la bocca, Theodore,” Luciano growled. “Non una parola in più.”
“No fighting,” Jericho barked. “I’m assuming that wasn’t nice.”
“Luciano told Teddy to shut his mouth,” Carrera translated.
“Help her, Teddy,” Luciano said, the bite gone from his voice. “We’ve got nothing solid. Find these monsters.”
“Yeah, it’s like chasing the wind,” Teddy said. “I can’t find any of them.”
