Page 161 of Chaos has a Name
Since the whole Amy thing went down, it had been ugly. In the three days since he’d done his interview with the media, Amy was on a rampage.
She was victim of her father effectively cutting her off from selling her story to get money to finish school.
That had been what flipped her out.
When she tried to get on the White House grounds, her detainment and being driven back to school by Tiffany had really pissed her off.
She couldn’t reach her family inside, and she couldn’t tell Gabe off.
Amelia was seething.
How much so?
She vandalized her mother’s grave. Amy had gone there, shoved the stone over, and tore up all of the flowers that were there.
It ended up getting her arrested, but Gabe got her off because underneath it all, he was a softie.
Yeah, she was losing her nut, and no one was safe. That was why Gabe sent Coraline and Oliver with the Blackhawks. He thought they could keep her safer, and since no one knew where they were…
He’d been right.
That was the priority, but the agents were to ensure that happened. Losing backup to the Marines left her little choice. They were going to have to work through this somehow.
“Gabe won’t be happy.”
Oh, Ethan was aware.
“We have a solution,” he said, knowing she’d asked for a house with a fence, but this might put her over the edge.
“What is it?” she asked, as they all headed toward the scene.
He was honest.
“Callen is closing the deal on the house you asked for,” he said, prefacing it. “He’s throwing money at it, so the people selling it will close ASAP. Our attorney is already doing the title search, etc.”
Uh-oh.
She heard the tone.
“What has he done?” she asked, knowing that wouldn’t be the bad news. Ethan liked to ease into it. She’d been to this Native rodeo a very long time.
Ethan tried to save his brother’s ass. The structure he was looking at wasn’t a house.
It was a gold baron’s mansion inDamascus. It was freaking huge, and his wife was going to hate it and he knew she would because she’d commented on it when they’d lived here.
It screamed wealth.
It screamed power.
It screamed…stuffy.
She was more a‘it’s okay to spill cereal on the couch because we have kids’kind of a girl—not a‘gilded age long gone’kind of a woman.
“It’s a big house,” he said.
Yep.
There was no doubt it was going to be ridiculous. Callen only had two speeds.
