“I’m good.”
“Can I get your number?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I can text you when Deputy Director Baker comes back.”
“It’s okay.”
“Do you want my number? Maybe coffee sometime?” She smiled sweetly at him.
“I’m seein’ someone.”
Feels damn good to say that.
After entering his cousin’s office, he homed in on Caroline. She’d curled her long hair, the twisted tendrils framing her pretty face. Her dark pantsuit made her blonde hair pop.
Her eyes softened as she held his gaze. She took his breath away for all the right reasons.
“Grey, check this out,” she said.
He sat in the guest chair beside her. She and Carrera had been viewing video footage. They’d found the restroom, located on the fifth floor in the middle of a hallway.
“We need to get in there,” Caroline said.
“And we need access to that camera,” Grey added.
The trio rode down the elevator, exited on the fifth floor. Caroline strode ahead of them, stopping in front of the men’s room. A sign had been taped to the door.
Out Of Order
Sorry for the Inconvenience
Caroline tried the handle. “Locked.”
“I got you,” Carrera said, pulling out his phone.
“No,” Greystone pushed back. “Building maintenance can’t know.”
“Good point,” Carrera said. “I’ll call a locksmith.” After he hung up, he said, “Twenty.”
While they waited, Caroline made a call, put the phone to her ear. “Tank, are you at the BS? What’s our match at?” She listened. “Great. Gotcha. I’m at the Bureau with Grey. Will you still be there when I get back?”
She thanked him, hung up, and turned to Greystone. “Tank’s program finished running. We’ve got fourteen matches at JL’s company.”
“Do you think she has any idea?” Greystone asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“Someone needs to question her… and you gotta be there for it.”
“I’m on it.” Caroline made another call. “Addison, I need your help.”
She was slaying it, but he expected nothing less. When it came to Caroline Austin, she was second to none.
CAROLINE
Caroline hung up,fixed her gaze on Grey. “Addison is following up with JL.”