Page 91 of Renegade
As they continued discussing possibilities, Caroline refocused her energies on work. If nothing else, it was a great distraction.
“What about a missile attack?” Tank asked.
“Unlikely,” Grey replied, “but I can make some calls.”
“Who do you know who would be up to speed on that?” Tank asked.
“Evelyn Baker, White House Chief of Staff,” Grey replied.
“Damn, brother, that’s a hella connection.”
“Could the tourist map of the buildings be a red herring?” Caroline asked.
Both men regarded her.
“Whoa,” Tank said.
“Maybe the targets aren’t the ones marked on the map?” She held up her hands, palm out, like a stop sign. “I know that’s extreme, but we can’t rule it out.”
Grey stroked his beard, shifting Caroline’s attention to his chiseled cheeks.
“That would be a cluster,” Tank mumbled. “Then, we’d have nothing at all to go on.”
“Here’s another possibility.” She grabbed a hair tie from her handbag, pulled her hair into a ponytail.
“Got an extra one of those?” Tank asked.
As she scrounged through her bag, Grey pulled one from his backpack and tossed it to his brother.
“We’ve all got long hair,” Tank said.
“Yeah, we got that goin’ for us,” Grey said, the sarcasm in his voice making Caroline chuckle.
“I’m making myself crazy over this.” Caroline pushed out of the chair, stood there staring at the mug shots projected on the wall. “I’m going to make a few calls. Maybe my assets have heard something.”
“In Karakistan?” Grey asked.
She nodded. “We’ve got nothing, and it’s almost May.” She grabbed her phone. “I’ll be discreet.”
She left, shutting the door behind her.
GREYSTONE
Frustration coursed through Greystone.Caroline was right. They had nothing. To make things worse, she’d gotten in her head about his cousin, Monroe. Greystone needed to let her know he cared about her. In the middle of their mission, there wasonething going their way… and it was them. For the past three years, they’d worked as a team in the most hostile environments. They should be able to work out their personal issues, no problem.
Several minutes later, she returned, shut the conference room door, and sighed. “I was only able to connect with one asset. He hadn’t heard about anyone from the Haqazzii cell leaving the country, so that’s another stellar dead end.”
“How do you know he’s being truthful?” Teddy asked.
“I don’t,” she replied, “but I’ve learned to trust my gut. If something’s off, either the asset’s lying, or they were fed the wrong info.”
“How would you know something’s off?” Teddy pressed.
“Their tone,” Greystone replied. “They might avoid eye contact?—”
“Or stare at you too hard,” Caroline added. “They might talk too much?—”
“Or not enough,” Greystone said.
