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“With?”
“You.”
I looked from Church to Irish and nodded once.
“Cope?” I heard Hammer say, but I didn’t turn to look at him. I kept my eyes on Irish.
“Clear the room.”
“Fuck,” Hammer said under his breath and pushed his chair back. The rest of Irish’s team walked out, leaving Hammer and Church. Both were doing their damnedest to be the one who closed the door behind them. I was beginning to think Hammer should consider a career in acting. Then again, acting is what made an agent.
“Wait,” I called after them. “I want both of you to state, on the record, that there will be no surveillance whatsoever of the conversation Warrick and I are about to have.”
Church grinned. “Why, Agent Copeland,” he drawled, “that would be illegal, Son.”
“You both heard me.”
“No surveillance,” said Hammer, taking a step closer to Church, a man close to a foot shorter than him and weighing in a good fifty pounds less, not that he backed away.
“No surveillance,” he said, motioning for Hammer to leave the room first.
Hammer bowed. “After you.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” I yelled at the two of them. I settled my gaze back on Irish.
“How are you holding up?” I asked once I made sure the door was closed.
“I’ve been in worse situations.”
His positive attitude surprised me.
“Just tell me you’re getting somewhere while I’m sitting in jail with my thumb in my ass.”
“I am.”
He scrubbed his face with his hand. “Until we can wrap this up, there are still agents at risk, Cope.”
“I know that, Irish.” Once again, I hated that no one knew this man the way I did. The majority of people believed him to be a traitor, and he was as far from it as he could get.
“I dropped the bait; I’m just waiting to see who bites.”
He nodded.
“We need to talk about what’s going to happen when this is over.”
His eyes met mine. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going back.”
“Back?”
“I took leave. Listen, Irish, the woman who was hit was driving my car—that was no accident. It was done intentionally.”
“Hammer told me.”
“Decker’s adding another couple of men on the inside with you and Rage.”
Irish nodded again. “Who?”