to reveal a small wall safe. He entered the code and pressed his thumb to the lock.
Retrieving a few items plus a burner phone, he tossed his Washington driver’s license and cell phone into the safe. Crouching down, he tugged his pant leg up and removed the small pistol tucked into his ankle holster and placed the gun and the holster in the safe. He only carried the gun at his ankle when he was working, but he’d much rather take his other one.
Removing a wooden case from the safe, he lifted the lid and took out his Glock 17 resting inside. Loading the weapon, he grabbed an extra clip. One couldn’t be overprepared. Locking the safe, he carried the weapon along with the other items into his room.
Wiggling into a pair of Levi jeans, he made a face at the bootcut bottoms. They weren’t his usual style, but they’d do the job. Next, he threw on a faded green t-shirt before he pulled on a pair of black combat boots. He made quick work of braiding his hair before tucking his weapon into the waistband of his pants and sliding on a dark leather jacket from his closet. A quick stop at the mirror had him grinning.
“Who’s a bad boy?” he cackled and lifted a moist facial wipe to remove all the makeup he’d applied that morning.
“Voila! Disguise a la cart!” He snorted at his reflection.
Without his makeup, he was unrecognizable. That he was slender was also a plus. Most people didn’t take him seriously when they saw him. Judging a book by its cover and all that jazz. The bad guys who were mistaken by his unthreatening appearance usually turned out to regret it.
Gathering up the chain from the bed, he pulled it over his head and fingered the shiny surface before tucking the badge away, hiding it beneath his shirt.
“You owe me one,” he muttered to the absent US Marshal James Stanton.
Logan
“I didn’t even need stitches.”
Felix rolled his eyes at his comment. “Well, that’s a first.”
The nurse wrapping up his arm glanced over at Felix in surprise.
“Just ignore him,” Logan said impatiently and reached for the fresh shirt Jaxon held out.
The nurse intercepted the shirt and helped him ease it over his arm.
“Keep it clean to avoid infection,” the nurse said.
“I will.”
“And try not to do anything strenuous with it,” she advised.
Jaxon snorted.
“Yeah, wrong person to tell that to,” Felix said, hooting with laughter.
Logan ignored them both and thanked her. When she left the room, he eyed the pair.
“So,” Felix cleared his throat, “one of the perps spilled everything to the detectives and they arrested the talk show host’s brother.”
“Brother? Imagine that,” he muttered, easing from the bed. He rolled his shoulders even though one throbbed like a bitch and pressed a hand to the stiffness lingering in the back of his neck.
“Yup, just as we suspected,” Jaxon smirked and crossed his arms against his muscled chest.
“Jealousy knows no bounds,” Logan agreed.
“The brother said, and I quote, ‘we are all dead men,’” Felix added. “The detectives have added that to the list of charges.”
Logan snorted. “If I had a nickel…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Felix agreed. “I’ll add it to the pile of other threats to maim and dismember us.”
Turning toward the small chair next to the bed, he lifted the clear plastic bag that held his wallet and keys. Jaxon handed over his gun and Logan tucked everything away.
“I got us on a ten o’clock flight out this morning,” Felix said, glancing at his watch. “That gives us five hours to stop by the police department before the airport.”
“Then we better head out.”
The flight would put them in Denver around one o’clock, which would give him plenty of time to pack.
The stop at the police department took a few hours, and each one of his team, including himself, gave an official statement. And just to be on the safe side, he pressed official charges for the death threat his client’s brother had been stupid enough to issue.
“I’ll make sure he goes away for a long time. I’m grateful for you and your team’s help,” the detective in charge said, and when the man stood, he held out his hand.
“Take care.” Logan smiled and gripped the detective’s hand.
Logan slept most of the flight back to Denver and when they landed, most of the team scattered to take care of personal shit.
Jaxon drove him and Felix to the Cobalt Security office building. They followed him up the elevator as if they