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“We are,” Wolfe answered.

“I know it’s a pain in the ass, but they’re willing to pay top dollar, so I think we should do it. What do you think?” Hawk looked over at me, knowing I would agree with him. Wolfe didn’t like it when we took overseas jobs because that put our guys too far away for us to get to them quickly if they needed help. I understood why he felt that way, but this was a simple enough job. One of our client’s college-age daughter was going on a two-week trip to Morocco, and he wanted someone to go with her to keep her safe. “It’s only for two weeks.”

Wolfe sighed. “I know you’re right. And I know these kinds of jobs are where the money is. Who’s up in the rotation?”

“Knox is up next.”

“Okay, send him. At least he has the right temperament to deal with a nineteen-year-old socialite. Lord knows I couldn’t do it.”

Just the thought of Wolfe trying to wrangle a teenage girl on vacation in Morocco was enough to make me laugh.

“I don’t know. I can totally see you enjoying a camel ride. You would—”

“Wolfe, is Gator in with you?” Janna’s voice came over the intercom, interrupting my thought. She manned our front desk downstairs, and she normally went through Caden, so if she was buzzing us directly, something urgent must be going on.

“I’m here, Janna.”

“I have a young man down here. His name is Julius Petros. He says someone’s following him, and he’s asking for you.”

I stood up quickly and headed for the door. “Tell him I’m on my way down.”

“Did you lock the doors?” Wolfe asked.

“I did. As soon as he said someone followed him here, I initiated first-floor lockdown.”

“Good job, Janna,” I heard Wolfe say as I rushed out of his office and hurried towards the stairs.

With things locked up downstairs, I knew Jules was safe, but I still felt the need to get there as quickly as possible. I’d agreed to let the police handle this, but if these guys had found Julius, that was done. What had been a problem for the police department had just become a problem for me.

I made it down the eight flights of stairs in no time and burst through the door into the large open entrance of our reception area. Janna was sitting behind the front desk like always, but Julius was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“I sent him to the breakroom to get something to drink. I didn’t think having him stand here in front of the windows was the best choice, even if theyarebulletproof.”

“There’s no such thing as—” I started automatically.

“I know. It’s resistant, not bulletproof.” She rolled her eyes. “But bulletproof sounds so much better.”

“What did he say?”

“Just that some men were following him, so he came straight here. Then he asked for you. I didn’t ask for details.”

I huffed out a breath and nodded. “And no signs of whoever was following him?”

“The monitor showed a suspicious car that made a pass through the garage. I’m sure Kat can get something off the video footage, but they didn’t stop.”

“Okay, I’m going to take him upstairs. Let’s keep the doors locked to anyone coming in until Kat is sure you’re safe down here.”

I didn’t think that anyone who knew Three Bears Tactical’s reputation would dare to enter this building, but for all we knew, these guys had no idea who we were, and I wouldn’t bet Janna’s safety on them knowing.

She nodded, and I headed for the breakroom. It was a small area off to the side with a refrigerator and microwave, a table, and a coffee pot. Julius was sitting at the table, picking at the label ona water bottle. He looked up when I entered the room and let out a relieved sigh when he saw me.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded.

“I’m a little shook up, but I’m okay.”

“So you say you thought guys were following you?”