There was a longer pause, long enough that Zane thought the man on the other end of the speaker had abandoned the conversation. But then the box clicked again.
“There"s no Jimmy here. Buzz somebody else.” The words ended with some ring of finality.
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Ty clucked his tongue again and shrugged at Zane. “Worth a try,”
he told his partner with a smirk. He reached out and hit another button.
A moment later a woman answered. “Delivery,” Ty chirped.
“I didn"t order anything,” she said brusquely, and that was that.
Four more tries later—one no answer, two immediate denials, and a bizarre conversation with a stoner about the phases of the moon during which Ty had way too much to offer, in Zane"s opinion—Ty huffed in frustration.
“How many more are you going to try?” Zane asked. They didn"t really have the time to call the field office and ask for a warrant. Not to mention that would go over really well with Burns, who obviously wanted them to keep this as low as it could go. Was this the kind of thing that Ty was always doing for Burns?
Ty glanced at him stubbornly and pushed a button at random.
Zane rolled his eyes. As soon as there was an answer, he stepped closer to the speaker and said, “Federal agents, ma"am.”
“Nice try, asshole,” the woman said smugly, and then the speaker box clicked off.
Ty growled dangerously. “I hate this town,” he muttered as he took his gun out from under his coat.
Zane straightened in mild alarm. “What are you doing?”
Ty yanked a glove off one hand and wrapped it around the butt of his gun, then turned smoothly and rammed the handle into the glass door. The mottled glass cracked and shattered noisily, but there was mesh wire embedded inside it that kept it from falling in. Ty used the butt of his gun to clear out the window, ripping through the wire, raining pieces all over the sidewalk and Ty"s feet. He reached through the iron bars and pushed the handle, opening the door and holding it open for Zane with a gallant wave of his hand.
“Why, thank you, sir,” Zane drawled as he walked through the mess, already thinking of ways to make sure Ty would be the one writing up the report for this trip.
“Assholes,” Ty muttered as he looked up at the floor display above the elevators. He stopped in front of the fire alarm and looked at Armed & Dangerous |
it for just a moment too long for Zane"s comfort. Zane cleared his throat pointedly.
Ty looked at him almost guiltily and then followed him toward the stairwell. Zane didn"t know if there was any sort of alarm on the door, but they needed to move a little more quickly regardless.
The condo they had targeted was on the second floor, not nearly a long enough hike up the steps to pacify Ty"s annoyance, which manifested in muttering. Zane pushed past him and started checking doors until they found the number they"d been provided. He glanced at his partner, knocked on the door, and listened to what sounded like a rush of feet that immediately retreated. Zane frowned and reached out to rap on the door again, but someone approached from the other side and stopped. Zane figured the man was looking out the peephole, so he held up his badge. Behind him, Ty did the same. “Federal agents.”
A bolt slid and the door opened just a bit, blocked by the chain, and a slim, wholly average-looking man peered out.
“Cameron Jacobs? I"m Special Agent Zane Garrett, and this is Special Agent Ty Grady. We"re looking for Julian Cross.”
CAMERON stared through the four-inch gap as he studied the two tall, capable-looking men holding out badges that looked pretty official.
They could be federal agents. Or not. With Julian"s past business, there honestly was no telling who might come looking for him. It was the “or not” that was scaring Cameron right now, and his hand gripped the doorjamb so tightly that it hurt. “I don"t know who that is.”
“Perhaps you know him better as Julian Bailey?” the man called Special Agent Grady said dryly. “Or Sir? Maybe even Boss?”
Cameron frowned as he shook his head. Surely federal agents would be nicer than this. He looked them up and down. And better dressed. “I"m sorry, but you have the wrong….” He frowned harder as he remembered the last time he had said those words, maybe fifteen minutes ago. “Was that you on the speaker?” he asked in outrage.
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The man who had introduced them smiled slowly. To Cameron, it was like a dangerous animal showing its teeth. He frowned, looking over the man"s windblown, slightly curly hair, piercing eyes with crow"s feet at the corners, and a crooked nose that had probably been broken at least twice. The smile was probably meant to put him at ease.
Special Agent Grady flipped over the badge he"d been holding and pulled aside his jacket to slide it into an inner pocket. The move revealed a fairly large weapon in a holster under his arm. Whether he did it on purpose didn"t really matter; his point was made.
“Would you mind opening the door so we can have a word, Mr.
Jacobs?” Special Agent Garrett asked in a businesslike tone. “Or you can just point us toward Cross and we"ll be out of your hair.”
“I do mind,” Cameron objected, his back straightening as he pulled his hand back to slam the door shut.
Grady"s hand shot out in a flash, stopping the door from closing.
He stepped closer and lowered his head, as if he might be about to share a secret. Everything about him screamed military at Cameron, from his gruff tone to his quick reflexes to his impressive athletic build.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble it is to fix a chain that"s been ripped off a doorjamb?” Special Agent Grady asked calmly. “Or how much it hurts my shoulder to put it through a solid oak door?”
Cameron pushed hard against the door, and it made no difference at all. He glanced at Special Agent Garrett, who was taller, darker, and not offering any sympathy. This was not looking good. Not at all. So Cameron nodded jerkily and reached to unhook the chain, aware that Julian would read him the riot act for this.
Of course, Julian would yell at him for opening the door in the first place. But only a little bit.
Chain undone, Cameron took several steps back and gathered himself to reach for his phone and Julian"s speed-dial emergency number as he watched his four calf-high white Westies charge the strangers entering the apartment.
Special Agent Grady moved in slowly, his body turned almost sideways as his eyes scanned the room. His hand was on his weapon.
Cameron had seen Julian enter rooms in a similar fashion, and it set off Armed & Dangerous |
even more warning bells. The man looked down at the four dogs and balked, sidestepping and gesturing for his partner to come in.
It was Cameron"s chance. Cameron reached into his pocket for his cell phone and fumbled with it, trying to be inconspicuous about it.
He hoped that he managed to hit the key combination for the pre-written text he needed to send.
Special Agent Garrett shut the door gently, and the strangers moved steadily into Cameron"s condo. The more he watched the agents, the more they reminded him of Julian. They were on guard but confident. “I don"t know who you"re looking for. There"s no one else here.”
“We know,” Grady told him. He smiled and nodded to the pocket Cameron still had his hand stuffed into. “He"ll be here soon, though.
Take a load off, kid. It won"t be so bad.” He stretched out broad muscles and rolled his neck, the movement shifting his trench coat, revealing jeans and a specialty tee. Grady turned to look down at the yipping dogs in distaste, and then he looked up at his partner.
Special Agent Garrett tipped his head to one side before focusing on Cameron. From twelve feet away, his eyes appeared to be flat black, and Cameron felt like he was pinned in place.
“How do you know Mr. Cross, Mr. Jacobs?” he asked. His voice was calmer than Special Agent Grady"s, more polite, if still a bit cool.
Cameron pressed his lips together in a bid for silence. At least this was one of the possible scenarios Julian had outlined for him when they had set up the alert system. Despite Cameron"s protests, his dangerous lover had insisted he"d rather come here to protect him and eliminate the problem than staying away in dubious safety.
Movement caught his eye, and Cameron glanced up to see one of Julian"s large orange cats sinuously padding around the screen that sectioned off the bedroom. It was Smith, followed closely by Wesson.
The two very big cats stopped mid-stride upon seeing the strangers, and Cameron could have sworn he heard one of them growl.
“Now see, that"s what I"m talking about,” the churlish agent said as he pointed at the cats. “Those are guard dogs, Zane. Pound for pound the most effective killing machine in the world.”
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“So you say, Meow Mix,” Zane answered. He sounded like he was humoring his partner. Zane Garrett, Cameron remembered from the door. And Ty Grady, he reminded himself. Garrett & Grady. It sounded like some obnoxious men"s clothing store. Zane pointed at Ty.
“You keep your hands off the wildlife.”
“Shove it, Garrett,” Ty said with a huff. He moved around the couch and knelt several feet away from Smith and Wesson. He reached out his hand. “What are they, Maine Coons?” he asked Cameron with what seemed like genuine interest.
Cameron watched as the man put himself well within range of a serious tangle with pain. He swallowed and glanced at the digital clock next to the television. It had been three minutes. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Ty, I said keep your damn hands to yourself,” Zane snapped.
“We don"t have time for a field trip to the hospital if that cat decides it wants a taste of you.”
Ty blithely ignored his partner, still holding out one hand and talking to Smith and Wesson in a low voice, a smile on his face. He turned and glanced over his shoulder at Zane. “If the big one didn"t eat me, I think I can deal with two little ones.”
Smith and Wesson sat side by side, watching him in the way only a cat could watch an inferior being. Cameron figured he himself looked like he was watching Ty like the man was an idiot. He also wondered what cat the man could possibly have tangled with that was bigger than Smith or Wesson.
Zane gave an aggrieved sigh and walked a little farther into the room, though Cameron noticed he kept both the front door and him in sight. “We"re not going to bite, Mr. Jacobs,” Zane said, trying to placate him, Cameron could tell. Zane"s lips twitched. “No more than the cats, anyway.”
“The last stranger who messed with them ended up with stitches from temple to lip,” Cameron mentioned to Ty.
Ty merely made a clicking sound with his tongue, not moving as he continued to hold his hand out to the cats. Wesson began to move slowly, slinking toward him. “Come on, handsome,” Ty crooned to the Armed & Dangerous |
cat. Smith lowered his head, his tail twitching as he watched, but Wesson continued to move toward him. He sat and graciously allowed the man to rub one finger under his chin.
Cameron"s jaw dropped. Those stupid cats wouldn"t even let
him
touch them, and he"d been living with Julian for more than a year now.
He swallowed on the feeling of dread. If this guy got ahold of Wesson and hurt him, Julian would maim him, and that would be a mess. A moment later, Ty had gathered the big cat into his arms and was standing again, holding him over his shoulder, rubbing his ear gently.
He turned to grin at his partner. “Like playing the bagpipes,” he joked about the large feline.
Cameron could hear Wesson purring from where he stood across the room.
Zane shook his head, clearly exasperated. “Make yourself at home, Ty. Want to check the fridge, see if there"s any beer?”
Ty snorted loudly at him and shook his head. He bent and set the cat down carefully, giving his ear a last twirl with one long finger before standing back up and brushing at the cat hair on his shoulder, then looking at his watch. Meanwhile, Wesson wound his large body around the agent"s ankles, still purring to the point he was almost vibrating. Cameron had never seen anyone besides Julian handle either cat like that.
Ty bent to pick the cat up again, turning him upside down and holding him like a baby in his arms as he rubbed him under the chin.
Cameron"s jaw dropped.
“Come on, Zane, don"t be scared of a little pussy,” Ty told his partner with a sly grin. Zane circled one finger in the air, dismissing the… insult?
Cameron"s brows lifted about as far as they could go. “You two are supposed to be FBI agents?” he asked in disbelief.
“And your guy is late,” Ty commented as he nodded. He watched out the balcony doors for a long moment before he set the cat down and calmly reached into his trench to pull his weapon. He glanced at Zane with narrowed eyes, then nodded toward the door as he checked the Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux
gun in the same manner Cameron had seen Julian check his, with utter calm and competence. Zane pulled a gun out from under his brown leather jacket, handling it capably.
“Mr. Jacobs, will he come in firing, or will he be concerned for your safety?” Ty asked, without a hint of real worry that Cameron could detect. It seemed like both men were accustomed to the idea of imminent peril.