realize you were married.”
“Six years.” Baruti held up his hands. “Legally two, but we claim six. I guess I’m accustomed to keeping work and personal separate.”
Logan held up his hands. “Hey man, that’s your right.”
Kelsey stared at the two men. “Now do you understand?”
Baruti laughed. “I’d say her bark is worse than her bite, but...”
Logan shared a knowing look with the other man and chuckled.
What the hell was that about?
Kelsey crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling like she was on the outside of something.
“Now, is there anything else I can do for you?” Baruti asked and peered at the clock on the wall. “Not to be rude, but I get to talk to my kids in ten minutes.”
“Tell them hi for me?” Kelsey wanted a Baruti hug. She wanted to be enveloped by that warmth and friendship. But she couldn’t. Not until he was released from this room, because the others were right. They couldn’t trust these people, and that was killing her.
16.
Sunday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.
Logan hadn’t felt like this much of an ass in a really long time.
He tugged the zipper on his coat up a bit more and kept pace with the guys as they walked across the parking lot under the darkening night sky.
Kelsey had stayed behind and he hadn’t been able to think of a good reason why he needed to hang back, too. In the end, he’d gotten pulled along with the guys.
“Baruti is gay?” Jamie asked again.
Harper chuckled. “Yeah, never saw that one coming.”
“Huh. I guess these days you never know. Well, good for him?”
“Says the man who is practically married.” Harper smacked Jamie’s shoulder. “When are you proposing?”
He scowled at the other man. “It hasn’t even been a year. Cool it.”
Logan lifted his hand. “I’ll see you guys later.”
“You don’t want to come have a beer?” Harper asked. “Jamie here said he’d actually hang out with us for a while.”
“Nah, I can’t.” Logan thumbed over his shoulder. “I’ve got some work to do.”
And a date he wanted to keep.
Harper rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fine, work yourself to death and see if we care.”
“Ignore him, TL.” Jamie wrapped his arm around Harper’s neck and squeezed. “I’ll keep this one in line.”
Logan chuckled and took that opportunity to duck into his apartment.
It would take the guys a while to leave, and he didn’t know when Kelsey would be home. Or if she’d still want him to come over.
While his initial thought about the potential leak had been one of anger, his second had been for Kelsey. He was aware of how close she was to three of the four.
He locked his apartment behind him and did his usual walk-through while rolling those thoughts around in his head.
Baruti was the one that was easy to find suspicious. He didn’t spend much time with the team as a whole. He took calls on the side. Then there was his friendly nature. Everyone wanted to like him, which was what made Logan uneasy about the guy. But if they were explaining his disappearances by including the knowledge that he was married with kids, that made a lot more sense. It was harder to see someone with little children as the bad guy here.
Samuel was always around. It was hard to see him as a mole, though. The man ate, slept and breathed the bureau. He was the consummate agent, which made it hard to see him as a potential threat.
In the bedroom, Logan stripped off his button down and exchanged it for a long sleeved Henley shirt and a hoodie. His nicer shoes got traded for a pair of almost worn out moccasins his mother had given him one year. He had no idea where they were from, but they were clearly handmade and had lasted close to ten years.
He made a mental note to ask Mom about them later. Maybe Kelsey would want a pair for Christmas? Were house shoes even a thing she’d like?
Quinten Joon was a lot like Samuel, only somehow more reserved. The Asian American agent could give Tucker a run for his money when it came to being the silent type. Yet, there was something about him that made him the second most likely suspect on Logan’s list.
Lastly, Nadine Baker. While initially she’d cool and distant with Logan and the rest, she’d warmed up. In Logan’s mind, she was the least likely suspect. She’d been with the CIA for decades. One of her grandkids had even begun talking to