Page 36 of Missing Justice
Grey wasn’t stupid. He ran his own ghostlike team of operatives and wouldn’t put his team—or his operation—at risk for Matt or anyone else. The Justice Team was so far off the books only a handful of FBI big shots knew of their existence. Grey wanted to keep it that way.
“Absolutely,” Matt said. “If it gets out, it won’t be my doing.”
“Then you can have it.”
“I’ll swing by this morning. Besides, Tony needs a date for tonight. I’ll get the deets on that while I’m there.”
He disconnected from Grey and jotted a couple of notes to himself. He’d need to research these indentations on the pubic bones. Maybe ask Meg about it.
“What’s up?”
He glanced up, found Taylor standing in the opening separating the hallway from the kitchen. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess that she’d pulled over one shoulder and she’d slipped on a fluffy cotton pink bathrobe. This woman. So many sides. Last night it was red silk lingerie, this morning cozy cotton. Either way, he wanted her. Again.
“That was my buddy,” he said. “He needs me to work an undercover op with him tonight.”
She puckered her lips and a vision of all the places she’d put them filled his mind. He had to stop. Thoughts like this, with a woman like her—a lone wolf who self-medicated with booze and sex—would lead him nowhere good.
“Tony Gerard?”
“You know him?”
“The guy they call Moose? I’m aware he works for Grey’s team.”
Well, shit. Keeping his promise not to leak the anthropology report meant not leaking the Justice Team’s existence. Obviously Taylor knew all about that. Particularly since Grey had allowed her use of his name to fast track a forensics report. But how much did she know about what the Justice Team actually did?
She smiled at the consternation on his face, obviously reading his thoughts. “I worked with Grey before he blew his career out of the water. And, yes, I know about his team of spooks and what they do. Sort of, anyway. I’m not sure anyone knows the complete truth, except Grey. Now, all you have to tell me is what he said about those bones that had you hopping out of bed at 6:30 in the morning. It must be something important.”
“Honey,” he said, “you’re gonna lose it when you hear this one.”
