Page 44 of Kilo's Edge

Ruck’s brows rose as he watched me. “You look like shit,” he told me.

I’d been pissed to find Camila gone this morning, but she’d left me a text telling me she was at home. I couldn’t say I was surprised. She’d been dealing with heavy shit over the last fewyears and having to do so alone. I expected she’d pull away from me, just not quite as quickly as she did. “I’ve got a problem.”

Ruck leaned back in his chair, watching me. “How bad?”

“FUBAR’d.”

His expression turned grim. FUBAR was an acronym. It meant fucked up beyond all repair. “Go get the officers. We’re having church.”

“Now?” I asked.

He studied my face for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Now.”

I shoved out of the chair and blew out a breath as I went back outside. This wasn’t something I was going to be able to handle on my own. And I sure as fuck wasn't going to trust the feds to take care of my girl and her family. This was the kind of shit I needed my family for. “Bolo,” I called out.

He straightened and looked over at me. “What?”

“Church.”

“Now?”

“Yeah,” I said, echoing Ruck’s words. “Now.”

“Well, fucking Christ,” he said, holding his hands up in a what the hell movement. “OD!” he called out as Overdrive walked past with some lumber.

“What?”

“Church.”

“Now?”

I chuckled as Bolo spread the word. As a group, the officers started walking toward me. Bolo turned, walking backward and pointed at Code. “Don’t touch the fucking saw,” he ordered.

Code scoffed. “I know how to use the damn saw, Bolo.”

“I don’t want to deal with you cutting your fucking arm off, Kid. Don’t. Touch. It.”

Code shook his head, but he took the cigarette that Merc handed over and they went and sat in the folding chairs in theshade. Hype was already walking out to meet them. They’d wait until we were back to get started again.

“What’s up?” Overdrive asked me.

“Nothing good,” I warned.

“Shit. Now you’ve got me curious.”

We all piled into the room we used for church and took our seats. Ruck was already there waiting, his arms crossed over his chest. He arched a brow my way once everyone settled. “Go ahead.”

I huffed out a breath, rubbing my hand over my hair. “I found out last night that Camila’s in witness protection.”

There was silence as they all stared at me in surprise.

“No shit?” Overdrive finally asked.

“She saw Alec Kruzman have her father killed.”

“Fucking hell,” Relay said. Most would think that as our chaplain he wouldn’t cuss. Which would make the rest of us laugh. He’d only taken on the role of chaplain in the military because it’d been needed. He was a ruthless killer in the right circumstances, just like the rest of us.

“Alec fucking Kruzman?” Strike asked. He let out a low whistle. He’d worked in intelligence while in the military. He knew a lot of shit. Secrets that many high-powered people wouldn’t want getting out. “How the hell did her dad get tangled up with that piece of shit?”

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