Now is not the time for pretenses. We’re both trained by the same organization even though we haven’t lived by the same oath.
I draw my weapon and it doesn’t faze my brother one bit. He moves to the end of my pew and stands in front of me.
Sentry.
What the hell?
The door creaks open, and for the first time since the night at the Kennedy Center, I see Randolph in the flesh. But tonight, he’s not talking to me. He points to my brother. “You have a lot of fucking nerve, Donnelly.”
“Well, now,” Wendy sing-songs as she steps up next to him, her eyes flitting between Devon and me. “This is an interesting turn of events.”
Chapter 43
Double
Cole
If I hadn’t lost so many damn phones in the last few weeks, I’d have Crew sharp shoot this fucker into a pile of dust.
My ass is well massaged from the vibrating it’s taken over the last fifteen minutes. Addy would never message me now, she knows what we’re in the middle of. She’s back at Whitetail taking care of Abbott with a recruit standing guard. The only other person I care about in the world is in jeopardy right now. If my sperm and her egg had a rave in the last week, then I have even more at stake.
As far as my priority list goes, Penn Simmons sits right above my online grocery order. I do not have time for him right now.
I’m about to take a chance and see if I can toss the damn phone in the forest to come back for it tomorrow, when I rip it out of my pocket and glance at the screen.
Penn - Answer your fucking phone!
Penn – It’s about Spain.
Penn – What you thought is not what you thought. Fucking call me!
What the hell?
I press go on his name.
He answers in less than one ring. “It’s not like we’re golfing buddies. When I call, it’s fucking important.”
“I’m a little busy right now,” I whisper.
“Then I’ll be quick. Donnelly did not do Spain.”
I sit back on my ass in the forest. “Which Donnelly?”
“Fucking Devon. I thought we both knew it wasn’t the woman.”
I did but I had to be sure he thought so too. “How do you know this?”
“Someone else from Vauxhall is behind the Spain job. They tried to pin it on the Donnelly woman. Devon went rogue to try and clear his sister’s name.”
What the fuck?
“Did you hear me?” Penn yells in my ear. “It wasn’t Devon. He took an assignment with NSA to root out the real double agent because British Intelligence was fucking up the case.”
“Devon works for NSA?”
This gets Crew’s attention and he flinches for the first time all night. “What? The National Security Agency? You’re sure?”
“You’re sure?” I echo into the phone. “Time is of the essence and I cannot get this wrong.”
“I’m sure enough that you can wait to kill him until after you vet my source,” he bites.
“I’m not sure of anything,” I say to Crew. “But for now, don’t kill him.”
Crew’s finger immediately lifts from where it hovered over the trigger.
“Carson,” Ozzy speaks into my other ear. “Man, some guy picked up the money in Amsterdam.”
Crew and I look to each other and I ask, “Did you get a facial ID?”
“Running it now,” Ozzy answers.
I multitask and listen to Penn in my other ear. “NSA knew BI had an internal problem. They were already tracking that shit when the bomb in Spain detonated. BI was pressured and it was easier for them to pin it on the young Donnelly. Devon reached out to NSA. He’s been working as a double agent, but a good one.”
Ozzy’s voice comes through my other ear, blowing my mind. “Got an ID. Facial is turning up an Oliver Abram.”
“Ollie?” I ask out loud and can’t start to comprehend what this means. “Shit.”
Crew turns to look at me, hearing the same feed from Ozzy. “I assume that’s your Ollie.”
“One and the same. We need to get Bella the fuck out of there.”
Bella
Cole keeps barking orders. “Get the fuck out. This is not what it seems and there’s no gun trained on Devon—he’s on your side and knows who he’s dealing with. Let him take care of himself and finish this. Get. Out. Now.”
I look at my brother but his eyes never waver from the pair