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“What the hell?” Maura asked. “We investigate shit all the damn time. I think we can all say we’re‘investigators’. Just lastweek we were investigating why Zayn’s ego is so big, yet can fit through a doorway, almost unlike his ass.”
The big man gasped.
“A fat joke, Maura? Really?”
She snorted.
Sue her.
She couldn’t help herself.
As she was sipping her coffee, Elizabeth explained what was going on, and they could fight amongst themselves later.
She had shit to handle inNew Orleans.
“The CIA got intel that there was something sketchy going on,” she admitted. “It started back during the Afghanistan war.”
The second she said Afghanistan, all the Marines in the room got really twitchy.
And with good reason.
The only other place that freaked a bunch of war hardened Marines out wasMogadishu. The Sandbox was their second least favorite hell zone to go to.
The scorpions.
The sunburn.
The insurgents.
“Oh, boy,” Maura said. “Not it!” she added, staring right at Boone. “You can have this one.”
He laughed.
“Pussies.”
Maybe they were, or maybe they’d all just spent too much time playing reindeer games in Afghanistan to want to go back to the war that never ended.
Zayn was to the point.
“I’m not going to freaking Afghanistan, and you cannot make me, Elizabeth. Been there, nearly died there. Pass,” he stated. “My ass isn’t leaving this country.P. E. R. I. O. D,” he added, spelling it.
That was the funniest part.
Oh, not him nearly dying.
That he thought she couldn’t get him there. That was the kind of military pull she had. If she wanted them recalled back into service, all she had to do was go to the president.
Then, they were back on active duty.
And her bitches.
Luckily for them, they weren’t leaving the city.
“Relax, Zayn, the issue is here. No one is going on a road trip back to the sandbox. That’s where this whole mess began, and we’re looking at it as a huge issue on the horizon.”
Maura sipped her tea.
“What went down there, exactly?”
