Dream Chaser (Dream Team #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,47
chances.”
“That isn’t what I want to talk to you about.”
More silence.
Ryn broke it.
“They want to help you, Brett.”
“I’m not unaware five cops sat that meeting at Delgado’s joint this morning, Sadler,” Cisco said.
And they were being watched too.
“You dragged the women into this, Cisco,” Boone retorted. “Now we’re wading in and we gotta have a firmer grasp on what we’re wading into.”
“This is splitting hairs, but it was actually Evie’s brother who got the women into this,” Cisco returned.
“That asshole didn’t kidnap them, and he also didn’t have Corinne Morton arrange for one of them to come over to her house for a chat. If there are dirty cops out there, officially last night, Ryn got on their radar. And you can imagine that doesn’t make me happy.”
“It’s my understanding you two hooked up just last night,” Cisco noted.
Boone glanced at Ryn.
She shrugged, saying non-verbally she’d “shared” quite a bit with Cisco.
Friends with a felon.
Jesus.
“What you understand doesn’t factor,” Boone told him.
“Protective,” Cisco said. “I approve.”
Boone fought a sneer.
“Brett, you should talk to Boone,” Ryn encouraged.
“They have what they need to know,” Cisco replied.
“Not even close, and you know it, man,” Boone said.
Cisco had no response.
“It’s them, isn’t it?” Boone pushed. “You don’t have a man on Ryn because you’re taking precautions. It’s Mueller and Bogart. You have a man on Ryn because they showed at her door this morning.”
He got the answer to his question without getting an answer to his question.
“I’ll meet with Ryn or Evie,” Cisco declared. “No one else. They can tape me. But no wire. And you have my assurances they’ll come in safe and leave safe.”
Before Boone could say dick, Ryn told him, “It’ll be me, Brett.”
“I wanna be there with her and you have my assurances I’ll come in and you’ll be safe, and we’ll leave, and you’ll still be safe,” Boone put in.
“Only Ryn.”
Fuck!
Cisco’s voice had changed significantly when he said his next.
“I wouldn’t hurt her, Sadler. I just wouldn’t. I wouldn’t and I wouldn’t let anyone else. I know it isn’t worth much to you, but it’s worth a lot to me, and you can count on it. You have my word.”
He felt Ryn’s fingers curl around his thigh.
He glanced at her and back to the road.
“We’ll have people close,” he grunted.
“I’ll arrange it and call Ryn,” Cisco said. “Until then, be safe.”
“Whatever,” Boone muttered.
“We will,” Ryn said quickly over him. “’Bye, Brett. See you soon.” She disconnected and then said hurriedly, because they were close to the turn, “You need to turn right on Logan.”
Boone didn’t say a word, just changed lanes.
“He won’t hurt me, Boone,” Ryn said quietly.
“You’re as close to this as I want you to be,” Boone told her. “That being circumstantially involved and that being in the past. But we need to know what he knows. So you’re still in. And I’m not okay with that.”
“Once he shares, you’ll have it and can take that ball and run with it, and I’ll be out,” she assured.
He fucking hoped so.
“Do you think Mueller and Bogart are a threat to me?” she asked.
“No,” he answered.
Though he thought, if they knew she had a line to Cisco, and was meeting him for another chat, they would be.
Christ.
Ryn let it go, gave him more directions, but he knew where they were going before they got there.
The pile of brick house she owned but didn’t live in, mostly because it was unlivable.
He parked and looked at it.
There were two big trees in the front that seriously needed to be cut back, overgrown hedges, and the only thing that was tidy was the lawn, which obviously she either mowed, or she had someone else do it.
They got out of his car and walked up the broken and cracked walk.
Ryn took her keys out and let them in.
And once in, she moved through the murk and turned on a standing lamp without a shade that showed him that the inside was worse than the outside.
It didn’t only look bad, it smelled bad.
The old owner clearly had cats.
About fifty of them.
“This is mine,” Ryn announced.
He caught her gaze and admitted, “I know.”
It took her a beat to process that, and he was surprised, and pretty fucking pleased, she let it go.
“I’m gonna flip it,” she said.
He stared at her.
She lifted both hands in front of her, starting to turn while spreading her arms out, instructing, “Visualize.”