Page 13 of Cassidy

Ironically, most of them had been under fire at one point or another. Most recently, Flynn and his fiancée, Taylor, had been the ones in danger.

Never in her wildest dreams had she considered Gabe Melrose would become a target.

When her phone rang, she pulled it from her pocket. Seeing Rhy’s name on the screen made her wonder if their boss had X-ray vision and already knew about the shooting. She caught Gabe’s gaze as she answered. “Hey, Rhy.”

“I heard about a shooting in Greenland,” Rhy said, getting straight to the point. “Are you and Gabe okay?”

“We’re fine. But my condo took a couple of bullets.” She gestured for Gabe to come closer. He’d finished putting up the plywood with an ease that impressed her. “We were just about to head down to the precinct to fill you in.”

“I’m heading there now and can pick you up on the way,” Rhy said. “I’d rather you don’t use your vehicle. Or Gabe’s for that matter.”

It was a good point. Gabe’s car was still in his garage, and she understood the need to leave hers behind too. “I guess it’s our turn to use the undercover Jeep,” she said. “We’ll wait here for you to swing by. Thanks for the offer.”

“Be there in ten.” Rhy ended the call without saying anything more.

“Your boss is coming here?” Officer Yanny looked annoyed. “Guess it didn’t take long for him to get his fingers on the case.”

Gabe stepped forward again, clearly upset. “He’s coming here to drive us to the precinct. Something I’m sure your boss has never done.”

Yanny looked as if he might argue, but then he turned away. She took Gabe’s arm and drew him aside. “It’s okay. Rhy doesn’t need us to protect him.”

“Yeah, well, they’re making me mad.” Gabe shot the two officers a perturbed look. “I don’t understand why they’re being so stupid. What does it matter who does what as long as we find the guy responsible?”

“It’s just that most cops are territorial.” She had to smile, realizing this was probably the first time Gabe had been on this end of a crime scene. “Think about how upset we would be if someone tried to take over a case that we had done most of the work on.”

“They haven’t done much work from what I can tell,” Gabe muttered.

“It will fine.” She blew out a breath. “Grab your suitcase. I’ll throw some stuff in my gym bag too. We won’t be coming back here anytime soon.”

He grimaced. “I guess not.”

She followed him down the hall to their respective rooms. After packing her gym bag with clean clothes, she removed the lock box from beneath her bed. She had a backup weapon, most cops did, but she wasn’t sure giving it to Gabe was a smart idea.

He’d never used a weapon before in his life as far as she knew. Then again, he’d surprised her by how easily he secured the plywood over her shattered window.

Had she and the rest of the team underestimated Gabe? He was highly valued for his skills feeding them key information when they needed it the most. But she had always imagined he spent his days snacking while glued to his computer at home. Especially since he was always talking about the latest video games.

In truth, she hadn’t liked Gabe’s penchant for video games. Her stepbrothers were big into gaming, and it seemed a rather juvenile way to spend their time.

Whatever. With a shrug, she tucked her spare weapon and an extra clip in the duffel bag. She was hopeful that once they’d arrived at the precinct, the familiar surroundings would spark a return of Gabe’s missing memories.

Slinging the duffel over her shoulder, she returned to the living room. Gabe’s suitcase was set against the wall as he washed dishes in the sink.

Gabe. Washing her dishes. Now she really felt as if she’d been dropped into an alternative universe.

“You don’t have to do that,” she protested. “Just let them soak in the water. I can take care of them later.”

“We don’t know how long this will take.” He glanced at her with a grim expression. “I feel bad, like this is all my fault. If I could remember anything useful, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Not true,” she said. “Other members of the team have been in danger over the past year from unknown assailants as well. This isn’t your fault.”

“I feel like it is,” he said, continuing to wash the dishes. “And I’m not happy that I’ve inadvertently put you in danger too.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to point out she was always in danger, but a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. The plywood wasn’t as soundproof as her windows.

Instantly, she crossed to the window that wasn’t broken and peered outside. She relaxed when she saw Rhy’s familiar features. He’d gotten out of the car and was speaking with the officers on scene.

“Leave the dishes, Gabe. Rhy’s here.” She crossed over to grab his rolling suitcase.

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