Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,104

theories. That could also hurt Jonah’s standing with the GBI. If people stopped tuning in to their podcast, how much longer would his friends be willing to give up their valuable time to record episodes? How long would his relationships last under duress?

There was a soft knock on the garage door before it opened. Brigitte Spencer poked her head in. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” Spencer said. “Everything is fine.”

She looked at each person in the garage. The expression in her cornflower blue eyes reminded Felix of the one he wore in his second-grade school photo. This was a woman who’d been knocked down, but she wasn’t out. Brigitte had pulled herself up and dusted herself off. She was a survivor, and she was assessing the threat to herself and her family. When her gaze landed on Felix, he offered a smile, hoping to assure her that he wasn’t a threat.

But was he? What would happen to them if he reported that the Spencer family was really alive? Jack Mercy would never give up until he found Cameron and killed him. Would he stop there? Would he kill his own daughter and grandchildren?

Brigitte returned Felix’s gesture before shifting her attention back to her husband. “It’s getting late. Are you coming to bed soon?” she asked.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Cameron promised her.

“If you’re not coming now, can I have the ice cream you promised to get for me?” she asked sheepishly.

Cameron stared down at the pint and spoon in his hands as if he’d forgotten about them. He probably had, and who could blame him? Cameron chuckled as he crossed the room. Brigitte took the items but didn’t immediately back out of the doorway. The couple had a private exchange of words that didn’t reach Felix’s ears. He didn’t need to hear their voices to know what was said. He could read so much in their actions and expressions.

Brigitte looked up at her husband with big, worried eyes. Cameron smiled and brushed a hand over Brigitte’s cheek before dropping a kiss on her forehead. The worry immediately faded from her expression, and the tension eased from her posture. Brigitte nodded, then ducked out of the room.

Spencer took a deep breath before facing Felix once more. “Be smarter than I was. Choose a better path.”

It was odd how Spencer only addressed Felix, but maybe he rightly sensed the other two would quickly back down without a fight. Jude had his mother to protect, and Rocky… Well, he had a big, sexy husband who could abduct him as easily as plucking flowers from a field. If Jonah were there, he’d cede authority to the FBI. Avery wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize Jonah’s career.

Whatever Felix decided, he would make sure his friends stayed clean. That meant he’d have to choose the paper over the podcast, if he blew the whistle on Spencer.

“Anything else you want to know before we take you back?” Asher asked.

So many thoughts and questions ran through his mind, but Felix voiced none of them. He would kick himself in the ass for it someday, but all he wanted right now was to go home. He shook his head.

“No,” Jude said.

“I’m good,” Rocky added.

“Let’s get you guys back,” Asher said.

“Spencer,” Felix called out when the man opened the garage door. “Don’t blow your second chance.”

Spencer smiled. “That I can promise.” Then he was gone, and Felix knew he’d never see the man again.

“What about the person who blew up my car?” Felix asked Veronica. “Will you at least tell me if you have leads?”

“He’s in custody,” she said. “We traced the van’s movement through the city via CCTV and ATM cameras.”

“Is he talking?” Felix asked.

“We don’t comment on active investigations,” Skeet said.

Veronica looked at the man and rolled her eyes. “Really? What would you call this evening?” She faced Felix again. “He has confessed to setting the bomb but has denied the Mercy connection.”

“For now,” Skeet added.

The tension sparking off the two FBI agents reminded Felix of the exchange he’d witnessed between them in the back lot at Spencer Auto Mall. They might be playing for the same team, but they didn’t like each other much.

“Let’s head out,” Asher said, picking up a hood from the floor. Two other goons, um, marshals did the same.

“Is that really necessary?” Jude asked as the tawny lion-like marshal approached him.

“We can’t allow you to see the location of our safe house,” Tawny replied.

“Fine,” Jude grumbled.

Ginger Snap approached Felix with a crooked grin. Felix sat still while