you will let the police take the lead on this?” Eric lifted his brows. “You want to dispense your own form of justice.”
“I plan on doing what’s best for my clients, the people who work for me and the company. The rest of the world is number four on the list.” Millie figured he would glean from that whatever he wanted, and it would be pretty accurate.
She wasn’t about to say in front of a bunch of cops that she planned to kill Clarke. He’d shot her husband. What other reaction was appropriate? Not that it would happen unless he forced her to do so. Like Benito Capeira, and the way he’d provoked Bridget. Forced her to defend herself and take lethal action. Clarke would go down.
The manner in which that happened was entirely up to him.
“The expression on your face is pretty scary.”
She shrugged in response to her husband’s comment. “You have to know I’ll do what I think is right.”
If he didn’t respect her need to safeguard her clients’ lives and their privacy, then what kind of relationship did they have? Sadly, after nearly ten years, Millie wasn’t sure. She’d held back for so long. Maybe she’d done irreparable damage to their marriage. And now she was pregnant on top of all that?
She blew out a breath.
Bridget glanced at her. “Clarke first. Then Capeira.”
“Sasha first,” Millie countered. “Then those two.”
Bridget nodded. “Once she’s here, we can brainstorm.” She still squirmed in her chair.
Things had to be bad if Bridget was displaying her emotions this much. She’d been trained to give nothing away, which meant either pain or fear—or both—were overriding what she’d been taught.
Millie saw again that bruised and bloody teen walking along the highway. The story Bridget had told wasn’t something Millie could fix, but she’d been able to help the girl. After all, that was what Millie had been called to do.
She rescued the wanderers and gave them a place of safety.
A refuge.
“Maybe that’s what Clarke wants.” Aiden glanced between Bridget and Millie. “What if getting the three of you together is playing right into his hands?”
Millie couldn’t argue that very real possibility. After all, they’d been blindsided by Clarke so many times already.
“This time we’ll be ready.” Eric glanced at her. “Right, Mill?”
She thought she might have seen affection in his eyes, despite everything, and had to nod. “Right.”
As long as the FBI can keep from railroading everyone around to their way of thinking.
Millie’s phone beeped in her pocket. Bridget reached for her phone, and Millie realized they’d both received a message simultaneously.
“Something’s coming through on Clarke’s phone.” Ted snapped his fingers. “An emergency?”
Millie looked at her phone screen. An alert that went to all three phones at the same time? That meant one thing.
“Sasha is in trouble.”
Seventeen
Bridget used the app through which Sasha had sent the emergency notification and backtracked to the GPS location it was sent from, a feature they’d specifically requested. Her skin itched to get moving. But unless she had more information, she’d be useless.
Not yet.
Aiden closed in on her side, his presence a comfort even when she was about to freak out with nothing to stop it. He squinted at the screen.
“Sasha was on her way here.” The GPS location loaded. “That’s a rest stop just outside Cheyenne.”
“Wyoming?”
Bridget glanced up at the woman’s voice. Jess. A cop, like Aiden.
Aiden nodded. “That’s what it says.”
Affection was clear between them. They cared about each other and were friends. Maybe even dated once? Before she got together with Ted? Just a guess. And why was Bridget’s mind going there? What did it matter who Aiden had dated—right now, or at all?
It wasn’t like they were starting up anything again, so it wasn’t like he was cheating on whoever he’d been on the phone with. But it was still frustrating whenever he got close and tried to comfort her. He obviously had someone in his life. Why was he being this way with Bridget? Just for old times’ sake, or something else? Whatever the case, it made her uncomfortable.
Millie frowned. “It’ll take hours to get there.”
“In a car, yes.” Bridget needed faster. Like a friend with a chopper.
She was about to mention Zander and his business assets when Aiden’s phone rang. The second he looked down to read the screen, his whole face changed, softening in a way she’d seen before.
Because he’d looked at her like that. A long time ago.
“What are you thinking?”
Jarred by Millie’s question, she blinked at her boss.
“How are you