Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,3

where his second was, it would be with her.

What Logan wouldn’t give to understand that history.

Tucker had never talked about it, but it was obvious he and Zora had worked together before. There were times when Logan couldn’t get through to Zora, but a few words from Tucker changed everything. And then there were the other times when Zora couldn’t be in the same room as Tucker without seeming to blow a fuse. They were volatile, to say the least. Complete wild cards.

Harper smacked Logan’s shoulder. “Missed you this weekend, man.”

He grunted a non-reply.

“You check out the Cyber Monday deals yet?” Harper pulled out his phone. “I bet you could score a bigger TV.”

“Mine is fine.” He checked his watch again.

Where was Zora?

Harper groaned. “Please don’t tell me you worked all weekend.”

Logan just looked at him.

“Shit,” Harper muttered. “How bad is this op going to get?”

Logan shook his head. They’d discuss this once, as a group.

A burst of laughter from the cluster of women drew Logan’s gaze, though he knew he shouldn’t look.

Kelsey had her head thrown back. Her throat flexed, and she reached out, gripping Cat’s shoulder. Kelsey fit with them. She was a puzzle piece the team hadn’t known they were missing. And yet he couldn’t stop butting heads with her.

She was beautiful and fierce and completely irritating.

A single, brisk knock was the only warning given before the door opened and Zora Clark entered, flanked by Tucker Popadopoulos.

“Good morning,” Zora said in that frosty, professionally brisk way of hers and stepped into the apartment. She was a tall, athletically built black woman with short, wispy hair. Today’s pant suit was like a million others she’d worn, dark, tailored, pressed and perfect.

Tucker was the last to enter and took his time. He turned, peered both ways behind him before pulling the door shut and locking it, then giving Logan a single nod of the head.

Logan gestured at the table. “Let’s sit, everyone?”

“How bad is it going to get this time?” Harper sat and pulled one of the donut boxes toward him.

Logan hung back, allowing the others to take seats around the table. It could fit six, which was where his guys headed. Diha, Felecia and Cat perched on stools by the bar while Kelsey remained standing.

“Everyone take a seat. We’ll pass around coffee.” Logan squeezed into the small kitchen.

Zora joined him, because the kitchen was the easiest place to address everyone in the small space. She set her satchel on the counter and turned her head toward him.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said softly.

Logan shrugged and hid his surprise at her apology. Zora wasn’t the kind of person to spare words. Especially not for I’m sorry.

“We are going to step up our hunt for the mole,” Zora announced to the room at large.

Logan nodded. That made sense.

They’d been at this job for half a year. The mole had been there before them, at least that was their best guess seeing as they’d had issues since day one. It was a problem that had to be resolved. Especially now that they had evidence and multiple confirmed instances of a leak or interference.

The mole was why they had real briefings here, in Logan’s home.

The mole was why the suspects had died. Why any time they got too close to someone they were killed. Sometimes in custody. All their efforts thus far hadn’t uncovered the person.

“So what does that actually mean? Stepping up our hunt for the mole?” Harper asked between bites of his donut.

Logan leveled a stare at him. “She’s getting to that. Shut your mouth.”

Harper saluted and stuffed his face with the rest of the donut.

Zora glanced around the room, meeting each person’s gaze. “Several things have been going on over the last week. A lot of things are in motion, so please be advised that as of now, we’re sprinting. I need everyone at their best and focused.”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest and resisted the urge to fidget.

Finally, they were getting to the heart of it all.

In all these months, Zora had never let on to what they were really doing for the task force. They got bits and pieces of the picture doing what they did, but they were still blind. There was still a lot she wasn’t sharing with them, but they were glimpsing the bigger picture. He knew it.

“Two important things have happened. First, we have a name to add to our targets. Miran Samaan, our Halloween-National Mall terrorist, spoke about acting on the orders