Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,19

way they moved. One turned his head, casually chatting with the others.

The light gleamed off a bald head.

Oliver Reid was five nine with hazel eyes and bald.

He was here.

“Sorry, man. Got to head out.” Logan squeezed the security guard’s shoulder.

“No problem. Thanks for stopping by. Happy holidays,” he called over his shoulder.

“You, too,” Logan muttered.

The skin between his shoulder blades itched. He wished he had the use of comms, but that would raise too many questions with his new coworkers. Instead he stepped out of the security office and pulled out his phone, firing off a quick message in the secure app they’d agreed to use for communicating.

They didn’t yet know what Oliver Reid’s objective was. Killing the senator in his own office mid-meeting seemed drastic, and yet they couldn’t rule it out. Not after what they’d seen the last few months. And if Skilton was behind it all, then Logan couldn’t rule out the very real threat of assassination.

Best-case scenario, they got Oliver into custody with no fuss and he answered all their questions. If possible, they wrapped this gig up today and were off to deal with Skilton directly. Logan doubted it would be that easy, but a guy could hope.

He tapped the camera app, using it to watch over his shoulder as the trio were admitted into the building. They moved together, talking in low voices.

Or more accurately, the two men Oliver was with talked while he kept pace with them. Under normal circumstances, Logan probably wouldn’t have given the guy a second look. Beyond the bald head, Oliver was an average looking guy. The difference was in how he looked around, or didn’t look.

The man was aware of everything. That awareness bled into how he carried his body, the way he walked and how he didn’t engage with his companions.

Chances were he’d already spotted Logan and identified him as private security.

What to do?

Someone like that would be immediately suspicious.

Logan couldn’t let this guy close to the senator. Or Kelsey. He had to handle it now, before she got involved.

He waited a few moments before ambling after the trio.

How was he going to get Oliver away from the others and alone?

It was something they’d discussed last night in preparation for today. Only Kelsey had ideas for that, and only half her usual tricks were possible for Logan.

There was the tried-and-true method of pretending the guy dropped something, but Logan didn’t want to get on the other two men’s radar. Which meant getting Oliver’s attention covertly.

Why was this so damn hard?

If Logan had to get into a secure site covertly, he knew what he was doing. But this? This was beyond him, and yet infinitely more simple.

What the hell was he going to do?

Suddenly Oliver said something to the other two men. It was the first interaction Logan had witnessed. He paused and watched as his target peeled away from his companions and ducked into the men’s restroom.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Logan muttered.

It could not be that easy.

Hey, it was the holidays. Maybe this was his gift from the universe?

He slowed his pace, creeping toward the door.

Did the guy really need to take a leak? Or was this part of his plan? Could Oliver be preparing to see his mission through? Or was there a chance he knew he was being followed? Could Logan be walking into a trap?

One thing was certain: there weren’t cameras in the bathroom.

Logan pressed his hand to the door and as gently as possible opened it. He quickly stepped inside and guided the door shut so as to avoid any thud to alert the other man to his presence.

He stood still, but the bathroom was completely silent.

Oliver must know he was there. The question was, could Oliver be waiting for Logan? Or had Logan caught him unaware?

What was the best thing to do?

Act normal, right?

Kelsey would know the correct course of action.

Logan proceeded forward carefully, keeping as much distance between him and the privacy partition as possible. If Oliver was going to waylay him, he’d do it there.

Logan caught his reflection in the mirrors.

No Oliver.

Logan stared down the length of the bathroom.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was truly alone.

Logan didn’t like the idea of pretending to use the urinal and how exposed that could leave him. Instead, he strolled down the line of stalls.

The very last one was shut.

He turned into one at random.

Still no noise.

Well, shit.

He unzipped his fly for the sake of the noise, cleared his