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“We need to figure out how to keep Gabe safe,” Cass finally said. “Especially since he needs to keep working on the computer code we found in his freezer.”

“Those are words that have never been in the same sentence before now,” Raelyn said in a low voice to Jina.

Grayson grinned and shook his head. “Nope.”

“Whatever.” Cass waved a hand. “What’s the plan? We can rent a place, but how long will we be able to use the internet before it’s hacked?”

“They’d have to find us there first,” Gabe said. He used both hands to rub his temples as if to ease his headache. “And I hate to admit it, but I may need some rest. The screen time is making my headache worse. I was having trouble seeing the code when the shooter found us at the motel.”

She hadn’t realized how difficult working on the code had been for him. Was that the reason his memory hadn’t returned? “Of course, you should rest. You suffered a horrible injury, and we need your mind to heal.”

“Yeah, well, I also need to find Travis,” Gabe said. “But there’s not much I can do when the screen goes blurry.”

“We need to take you to Trinity Medical Center,” Grayson said.

“I’ll support that, too, but when Sami had amnesia, doctor’s orders were basically to rest, which meant no screen time at all—television, computer, or phone,” Rhy said. “We haven’t been following that treatment plan since this happened.”

“No hospital, but I will have to concede on the rest issue.” Gabe grimaced and pressed harder on his temples. “My stomach is churning again, just like it was after I woke up from being attacked.”

Now she was concerned. She jumped up and tugged on his arm. “Come on, let’s get you into the equipment room.”

“Go,” Rhy said. “That’s an order.”

Gabe must have felt bad enough that he didn’t argue. But he paused in the doorway to glance back at the team. “Please wake me up if you get news, good or bad, on Travis.”

“We will,” Cass assured him. “I promise.”

Rhy nodded in agreement. “Of course.”

She walked with Gabe to the equipment room where they had two cots. “Get some sleep.” She didn’t kiss him again, the way she wanted to.

He stretched out with a sigh and closed his eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered.

She closed the door and quickly returned to the conference room. Everyone turned to look at her when she walked in. “What?” she asked, confused by the attention. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Joe said with a wry grin. “We’re discussing how to arrange for a rental. We’re thinking of asking Rhy’s brother-in-law Bax Scala to help with that.”

“Good idea to use the DA’s office to secure a rental property rather than using the City Central Hotel,” she said. Rhy’s sister Kyleigh Finnegan now Scala married Bax last year. Bax and Maddy Sinclair, formerly Callahan, both worked as ADAs for the city of Milwaukee. The Callahans, the Finnegans, and their tactical team all worked together to fight crime.

But this was the first time Cass felt as if they were out of their depth. The computer aspect of this case had them at a disadvantage.

Especially with Gabe’s amnesia hampering their progress.

“Yeah, Bax specifically asked us to stop going to the City Central,” Joe said with a sigh. “Apparently, bullet holes are not reassuring for the witnesses who stay there.”

Rhy grimaced. “That’s an exaggeration; the bullet holes were fixed. And it’s not our fault that gunmen tracked us down there. But I agreed to stay away for a while.”

“Don’t forget to fix Gary’s motel rooms,” Cassidy said. “I promised him that we would.”

With a nod, Rhy said, “I made those calls while I was waiting for everyone to get here. The glass guy will be there first thing in the morning.”

“To get back to the cyber security problem, can we ask the FBI’s tech guy for help?” Jina asked. “I’m not sure what he can do for us, but without Gabe, it feels like we’re shooting in the dark without ammo.”

“Good idea,” Rhy said, rising to his feet. “I’ll talk to Brady about that. I’m sure Ian won’t mind taking a look at Gabe’s mystery code.”

After Rhy left, the rest of them sat silent for a moment. Then Cassidy said, “I’ll stay here, but the rest of you should head home to your families.” It was a stark reminder that she was the only nonmarried or engaged member of the group. And several of the guys had pregnant wives. Last she’d heard, Raelyn and her husband, Isaiah, were actively trying to conceive too. “I’ll call if we come up with anything.”

“I don’t have to rush home,” Jina said.

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