Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,33
flagged that one and sent over more info Logan hadn’t the time to look at.
What was the point of hiring security if they weren’t allowed to do a thorough job?
“That’s one tight ass.”
If Logan had hackles, they would have risen right then and there.
Logan slowly turned his head and looked at Butters, one of the former bouncers. Despite his name, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on the guy. He had intimidating down to an art, but it was all for show. The guy was an over muscled meat-head with no brains.
Butters scowled at Logan. “What? Am I wrong?”
“Talking like that will get you fired,” he replied coolly. What he wanted to say was better done with a fist.
Butters rolled his eyes. “Ease the stick out of your ass.”
Logan grit his teeth. In truth, he had no power over these people. They had no professionalism. And he wasn’t certain that if he raised issues with Robert, it wouldn’t be Logan who was fired.
Shit, if only there was a clearer threat to Dixon so they could make an official move. This whole thing was a mess. Why would someone as controlling as Dixon’s chief of staff refuse to give them more information?
Because he was hiding something.
It was the obvious answer now, wasn’t it?
Logan glanced at Kelsey, but she was focused on something in her lap.
Her phone?
Probably.
Was it possible Dixon wasn’t as ignorant as they thought him to be?
What if he was aware that he’d narrowly missed a threat yesterday?
Damn it.
What they needed were some open lines of communication with the senator, but that wasn’t going to happen unless their hand was forced.
One thing at a time.
Logan drew in a deep breath.
He was never going to even think about being annoyed with Zora ever again. No, she might not give them the full picture or all of the information, but they knew enough to get the damn job done.
Chances were, Zora and the others had already come to the same conclusion as Logan and were working on it. Which meant he needed to settle into his job watching the senator and leave the rest up to them.
Talk about a raw deal.
Logan turned on his heel and began a circuit of the first floor. The house was massive, with lots of old windows and entry points. A full circuit of the house took a half hour, which included testing windows and trying some of the less visible doors.
As far as he could tell, everything looked clear.
Then again, Oliver hadn’t tried to sneak into anything. He’d been expected. On a damn list.
Logan’s frustration spiked again as he strode down one of the main halls running through the house.
Ahead of him, the entire security team clustered together.
Frowning, Logan picked up his pace.
Just what the hell were they doing? What was the point of security if they weren’t doing their damn job?
Kelsey stepped into view. She turned her head and looked straight at him.
“There you are,” she called out in an even tone.
“Something going on?” He tried to keep his tone as level as hers.
She nodded toward the stairs. “Dixon wants a quick meeting with everyone.”
After they’d been fumbling around?
He checked his watch.
Almost eleven. The morning was practically gone.
Logan watched the others file up.
Was it luck or some other power that had Kelsey selected as the only other office person working here today? Was Dixon trying to take advantage of her ignorance? Or was he merely using the tools at his disposal?
Logan wished he knew something.
He brought up the rear, following the others into the senator’s upstairs office. The room had probably been some sort of entertaining space previously. There was still an old pool table in one corner, and the worn leather sofa in front of a TV proved that he spent a lot of time in here. But it was dominated by a desk and seating area.
Dixon and Brown hovered by the desk while the rest of the security team plopped on the furniture. Kelsey was a bit more discerning, choosing to sit in an armchair that maintained her personal space. Good. After what Butters had said, Logan didn’t want any of these assholes near her.
Logan opted to remain standing near the entrance. With his luck, these idiots hadn’t even secured the front door.
Dixon finished whatever he was saying to Brown and turned his focus on the room at large. Dixon’s face changed. It was like a lightbulb went on. A switch flipped, and he beamed at them all.