Mitch was definitely not that.
Mitch turned to glare at Cooper. “You’re not to blame, and you shouldn’t want me on your team after this fuck-up. I’m a screwed up SOB and I’m no good to anyone.”
Cooper started to respond and Dupé interrupted. “Neither of you are to blame.” He rubbed his forehead and looked exasperated. “And if you’d shut up and stop throwing yourselves on your swords, I might be able to get a word in edgewise.”
Mitch and Cooper exchanged a look, both of them zipping it.
“Good,” Dupé said. “Even though I’m keeping her name out of the media, it won’t be hard for some of Goodsman’s fans to figure it out. The doctor is going to need extra protection for a while.”
Silence hung. Mitch looked at Cooper again, but the man shrugged. He had no idea what Dupé was suggesting either.
The director put an arm around Mitch’s shoulders. “Let’s take a walk, Agent Holden. I have a proposition for you.”