Page 115 of Unseen Danger

Nevaeh spun back around. She still hadn’t fully cleared the space. Someone could be waiting for them in here.

Jazz and Flash stepped inside. “We’ll take the left.”

“Roger.” They kept the coms open even though they were close enough to talk directly. But not having to speak loudly could be an advantage if an unwanted visitor was there.

They stayed silent as they cleared the two sides of the long building. Nevaeh checked every shadow and crevice between the machinery and tools.

No surprises.

“We’re clear here.” Jazz glanced across the space.

Nevaeh walked toward her. “The other side, too.”

Jazz’s gaze skimmed the boxes and containers. “Any idea where the noise came from?”

“No. Al didn’t like it either.” Though they both knew guard dogs tended to react to any unexpected noise first and ask questions later.

“Sure is a lot of stuff in here. I see some of it is labeled with record names I remember from your D-Chop fangirl days.”

Nevaeh sniffed. “You talk like those are over.”

Jazz laughed. “Won’t never be over, right?”

“Duh.”

“Maybe you can find some cool collector’s items in here and talk D-Chop into letting you have them.” Jazz fingered the corner of a box. “You did save his kids, after all.”

“Yeah, ’cause that would be so professional.” Nevaeh walked along the row of boxes and containers, taking in the labels. It would be cool to see some old stuff from D-Chop’s early rapping days. Maybe he even had keepsakes from earlier in here. From their childhood. Before things got so dark. Before Jordy was—

“Since when is professionalism your priority?” Jazz threw Nevaeh a grin.

“Since I had to start covering up for you. Gotta grow up for this job, girl. None of your goofing off.”

Jazz snorted. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Nevaeh’s gaze stopped on a stack of containers next to the last set of shelves. Papers and file folders were piled precariously on top and scattered on the floor. “Might’ve found what made the noise.” She squatted to look at the papers and folders on the concrete floor.

Jazz stepped closer, and Flash ran his nose over the folders nearest him. “You think they fell?”

“Could’ve.”

“With help?”

Nevaeh glanced up at her tall friend. “Could’ve just been off-kilter, I guess.” Nevaeh reached for the papers to start gathering them into a pile, but she paused. “Better leave these for someone who knows how they should be organized.”

“Good idea.”

Nevaeh stood. “Well, I guess this was a bust.”

Jazz shrugged. “Not for you.”

Nevaeh met her friend’s eyes, the twinkle there signaling more teasing to come.

“Now you’ll get to report everything to Branson. Think you’ll wake him up again? Just because that’s totally necessary.” Jazz’s lips twitched at the corners.

Nevaeh narrowed her eyes. “I never should’ve told you about that.”

Jazz’s eyes widened with very fake innocence. “You mean about shirtless Hercules? Why would you keep the best thing to ever happen to you from your best friend?”

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