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GETTING WILD
GREYSTONE
As Greystone stood, he turned away from his brother to extend his hand toward Caroline, but not before he arranged his junk. He was hard as fucking steel. His dick didn’t know they were dealing with domestic terrorism and his dick wouldn’t have cared if it did.
Forcing out the thought of a naked Caroline writhing from all the pleasure he could bring her, he pulled her up, kissed her hand, and let her go.
“Ahhhh, jeez, do you have to do that at work?” Teddy moaned.
“Talk to us,” Greystone said as the trio made their way back to the command center.
“As long as I don’t have to talk dirty to you,” Teddy grumbled.
Caroline chuckled. “Never, I promise.”
He’d gotten to knowthisbrother the best in the short time he’d been back. Teddy was more amused than angry. He’d seen Teddy angry… and this wasn’t it.
In the command center, they pulled up chairs, huddled around the computer.
“I got into JL’s website,” Teddy said. “It wasn’t difficult. She needs to hire a cybersecurity company?—”
“Theodore,” Greystone said.
“Yeah, right, so I’ve gotten in to HR and can find anyone’s online file.” Teddy pasted on a big smile. “Pretty good, huh?”
“You’re amazing,” Caroline said. “That’s fantastic.”
“You’re givin’ him a big head,” Greystone said, but he shot his brother a smile. “Good job.”
“What’s Sajid Haqazzii’s alias?” Teddy asked.
“Erik Johnston,” Caroline replied.
Teddy typed in that name and Haqazzii’s photo along with his online file filled the browser.
Greystone scanned the page. His dossier was filled with line after line of utter bullshit. He worked in the UK as VP for a textile company. He worked for three organizations in Dubai, holding executive positions in all of them.
“I’m guessing she didn’t check his references,” Teddy said.
“Scroll down,” Greystone instructed him. “Are any listed?”
At the bottom of the page, Erik Johnston had listed three names with phone numbers and the alleged companies his references worked for.
Determination surged through him. “My gut says those are men in the terror cell.”
Teddy opened another website, plugged in one of the numbers.
It wasn’t associated with anyone, but it showed that the line was still active.
“Now, we’re getting’ somewhere,” Greystone said.
They checked the other two references, but the numbers weren’t associated with anyone.
“Burners,” Teddy said.
“These men are part of the Haqazzii cell,” Caroline said. “And they work at Federal Commercial Cleaning Services.”
