Page 26 of Twisted Revelations

“Hell no! I noticed the way the geek squad was eyeballing Beverly. I can aim and shoot as well as you can,” she assured before releasing a deep sigh. The dimness of night had started to settle, but even in the hazy interior of the car, the V in the center of her forehead highlighted her irritation. I didn’t know what it was, but I found that I enjoyed irritating her.

“Before I was so rudely interrupted by your unnecessary outburst,” I continued. “I was suggesting we make the split that way because each team will have an ex-member of a Special Forces team. I know you can shoot, Laura, that’s not the point. I know you will not hesitate to put a bullet in someone if they touch Beverly and that includes me and D, but I’m thinking strategy.”

She didn’t say anything for a long while as she considered my suggestion.

“Special Forces, huh? That explains a lot,” she stated, side-eyeing me. “I wondered why a single man came into a warehouse of armed men to find a woman he didn’t know.”

“You sound like you’re impressed,” I replied teasingly.

“It’s hard not to be,” she admitted, keeping her face straight ahead. “I know I’ve got a big mouth, but I give credit where credit is due. You guys know your shit, so I guess I’ll be sharing a room.”

She glared at me again and pointed, taking her eyes dangerously off the road. “Don’t make shit weird, Dax. We are barely all right, damn sure not friends.”

My hands lifted in mock surrender. “Strategy for safety, that’s all,” I declared, hiding my insidious smirk by glancing out of my window.

Once back at the hotel, we ordered room service, and D and I took turns decoding the chip. I’d taken selected coursework in information technology but being around him I’d picked up enough to hack my way into a few useful sources. I wasn’t on his level, but he’d been willing over the years to teach me the most useful tricks of his trade.

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