Page 61 of Fury

He frowned.

Nice.

Davis noted the way Bennion kept assessing him. Shook his head and turned his attention to Chapel but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up.

Davis rolled his shoulder. It was still raging. He’d have to keep an eye on it. Wouldn’t do him any good to push the limit and risk even more damage.

Chapel cleared his throat. “Get what we need about the arms-dealing pipeline and where they’re holding that hostage.”

“Assuming they haven’t taken the kid out already,” Bennion interjected.

“They’ll keep him alive.” Davis spoke up. “He’s playing some kind of role in this.”

A few unsure murmurs filtered through the room.

“Anything to back that up?” Bennion asked.

Davis gave a slight shake of his head. “Not yet, but I do know he can’t be trusted.”

“Any luck tracing the live feed?” Glace quietly tapped a pencil on a pad of paper.

“Negative.” Chapel hooked his thumbs on his belt. “Blank couldn’t track it.”

Davis rubbed the stubble on his jaw as he listened.

“Did your girl have any new information?” The question directed at him came from Bennion. “Looked like the two of you had a lot to say back there.”

Heat flared up Davis’s neck when everyone looked his way. He was going to throttle the guy. Didn’t care that the operator had a good twenty pounds of muscle on him. “What’s your problem?” he gritted out.

Bennion’s stony glower darkened. “No problem so long as your mind’s on the mission and not . . . extracurriculars.”

Davis clenched his fist. Next to him, Fury growled low, and he felt justified in wanting to pummel the oversized oaf. “Letmeworry about what I’m thinking.”

“Sure thing, lover boy.”

He tried to ignore Bennion, but it brought up the glaring fact that Davis was slipping. Also, that he wasn’t all that upset about it. Just didn’t like the way it made him look to the team right now. He was all-in on this mission, despite what Bennion seemed to think.

“What do you want?”

Chapel’s sharp question snagged Davis’s attention. He followed the guy’s line of sight to the hallway and saw Hollyn, frozen in place, eyes wide.

Fury whined in her direction but didn’t break from heel to greet her. What was with the connection she had with his dog?

No. Not his dog. ABA’s dog. He couldn’t forget that.

Right. Just his partner for the next week or so. Then he was Crew’s business.

Hollyn hugged herself. “I . . . think I know what that guy might be looking for. Though I don’t knowwhyhe’d want it.” Her gaze fanned the operators in the room.

“Which is?” Chapel prompted firmly.

Davis frowned. Wanted to tell the boss to back off, but he didn’t want to get tanked twice in two weeks. So he bit down on the retort. Reminded himself he wasn’t in charge here.

“A project I completed right before my parents—” Hollyn swallowed.

Davis’s chest constricted.

Come on, Hol. You can do this.

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