“A girl has to do what a girl has to do to keep The Hunters off of the radar. You guys are my family, and I protect what is mine.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
They felt the same.
“I’ll be in touch,” Lewis said. “Do you want me to come here to report in or…?”
Jagger pulled a phone out of his pocket. It was one of the MANY burners they had.
“Our number is in it. Go do what you normally do, but we want the list. I want to handle them. If I have a Russian asshole breathing down my neck for this city, I have to make an appearance, and not as the Major’s captain. Mikey O’ will have to come out and play.”
He caught the phone.
“That works for me.”
“That doesn’t work for me,” Maura said. “I don’t want anyone gunning for my husband in or out of his fatigues.”
Jagger cuddled her.
“I’ll be okay, my love,” he said, nuzzling her cheek. “I’m going to beat back this asshole too. We always do. We’re Teflon.”
Yeah, until they weren’t.
She focused on Lewis.
“Captain, get us something.”
He saluted.
“I promise I will,” he vowed.
Maura didn’t doubt it.
“We can meet somewhere when you find anything that will help us find Artemis. She’s on our hunting list as the first and foremost in stopping Alexsandr Dominik.”
That was fine on his end.
He could do that.
Because he had gotten out of his military-grade CIA body armor earlier, he pulled it on before walking out the door.
It was better safe than dead.
He noticed they were looking at the tattoo on his arm, and he wasn’t shocked.
It drew attention.
In fact, it was very similar to the Snakes on Adder and Mamba’s arms.
“Yes, Merry?” Lewis asked. “And yes, I know how curious you are.”
She shrugged.
Sue her.
Merry was a scientist.
“What’s the difference between a Spider and a Snake?” Merry asked pointing out the tattoo.