Page 89 of Unraveling Connections

“Okay?” Cash asks gently.

She nods, “I'm not going to think about it now; it will throw me, and I want to focus on the job that we have got to do up here. I will deal with it when we get home.”

Trick nods, “Okay, if that’s what you want to do, we will leave it for when you get home.”

“Thanks,” Ever replies.

“Is that everything?” Ezra asks, “I’m fading fast.”

“Yep, you guys get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow,” Trick replies.

“Love you,” Ever says sleepily.

Trick’s smile is soft as he replies, “Love you too.”

When he has hung up, we all get up ready to head to bed, Ever still tucked underneath my arm but she stops me and turns us back to Quinn.

“You, okay?” she asks, “I’m still me.”

Quinn grins, “Yeah, and even more awesome than before. You are a fucking legend.”

Ever’s tense frame immediately relaxes at his words, and I realise that she was worried that he was going to be scared of her or something.

“Thanks,” she replies, smiling.

“I’m exhausted and we’ve got to get up in a few hours and do it all over again.” Cash says.

“Night, guys,” Ezra replies as they go into their room, and we head into ours. There are only two bedrooms in this safe house.

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Ever

The second day of stakeout was as boring as the first was, even for Jensen and the guys this time. None of us saw anyone noteworthy, and in fact we didn’t really see anything suspicious at all. Whereas that would normally be a good thing, and we would be leaving and calling this a write off, to me, it seems too squeaky clean, and thankfully, the others all agree with me, so we are not going anywhere. At least not until we are one hundred percent sure that Hunt has nothing to do with this place.

“I’m already bored,” I say as I stretch in the car.

Cash chuckles, “We’ve been here for ten minutes.”

I sigh, “I know, remind me never to agree to do a stakeout again. We are only on day three and I am so done.”

“Don’t lie, you were done after day one,” Cash grins.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” I reply honestly.

“Hopefully, we will find something today,” Cash says, and then side-eyes me as he adds, “If not, we really need to stay for a week just to make sure.”

I groan but nod, “I know. I think it is just getting frustrating because we need this lead; we need this to be where Hunt is so that we can finally end this; it has been going on for too long.”

“You know he’s not going to find out who you are,” Cash says firmly, that deadly expression flashing through his eyes.

“I know, but I will feel a lot better when he’s taken out,” I reply. “Even better if I do it myself.”

“I get that; he’s escaped situations that should have been impossible and then popped up again; I want to see with my own eyes that he’s dead and that there’s no possible way that he’s going to pop back up again and cause us shit.” Cash replies, completely understanding where I am coming from without me needing to say anything.

“Exactly,” I agree, “I need to see him dead.”

We fall silent as we watch and wait. Thankfully, the silence is comfortable, and we pass the next few hours only broken with the occasional conversation. When I see a car pull up to the gate, I watch it casually, not really thinking anything of it, until I catch sight of the driver.

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