Page 40 of Marked for Danger

“Considering I don’t know what it is, no. She never told me.” Grady rested his elbows on the table and shot Declan a look that said he’d better start talking.

“Shit, man. Now I don’t know if I should tell you—”

“For fuck’s sake, Dec. Will you just spill it already?”

Declan opened his mouth—presumably to finally reveal whatever the hell he wasn’t saying—but their conversation got cut short when the rest of the team emerged from the stairs.

He and his partner shared a look, and damn if Grady wasn’t going to have to wait to hear whatever it was Dec knew about Izzy and her brother.

“We’ll talk later,” Dec muttered before turning to the others. “Get anything useful?”

“Not a damn thing.” Jacobs pulled his gun and holster from his belt and placed it in his desk draw roughly.

They were all feeling the frustration from not being any further along on a shooting involving two of their own. And Izzy was one of them…whether she realized it or not.

“I did get a call from the lab,” Kim announced. “Ballistics came back on the bullet recovered from Dr. Garcia’s car. As we thought, it was a twenty-two. No prints or viable DNA, which is no big surprise.”

“So we’ve got nothing.” Grady shoved himself to his feet, unable to sit still a moment longer.

“We’ll find the asshole who took a shot at you, Thorne.” Cole’s serious gaze found his.

“They weren’t shooting at me.” He set that record straight. “That bullet was meant for Izzy. I’d bet my paycheck on it.”

“You think Valdez knows she’s trying to talk her brother into working UC for us?”

“I don’t know what he knows.”

He just wanted the bastard stopped, once and for all.

Riedell’s door opened and their boss addressed the team as a whole. “That was Sgt. Wright from downstairs. Dr. Garcia and her brother are on their way up now.”

About damn time.

Grady turned to see Izzy and Olly cresting the top of the staircase. Their eyes met, and his heart did that whole skipping a beat thing it always did when she entered a room.

Dressed in a casual look of jeans, laced boots, and a simple black sweater, the woman looked good enough to eat.

Focus, dickhead.

“Dr. Garcia, thanks for coming.” Riedell greeted them.

“Of course.” She smiled at his boss. “Everyone, this is Oliver, or Olly as I call him. Olly, this is…everyone.”

Grady went straight to the man and held out his hand. “Grady Thorne.”

“Olly.” The man’s handshake was solid. “Izzy told me a little about you on the ride here.”

His gaze slid to the woman in question who looked completely unapologetic for having been talking about him with her brother.

God, I love her.

A month ago, that thought would’ve scared him shitless. Hell, a week ago it would’ve sent him running with his tail between his legs. But now…

I’m never letting her go.

“Hey.” She smiled up at him.

“Hey, yourself.”

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