Page 102 of Mr. Perfect

“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 the guy draped the fabric over his head. Then he took deep, steady breaths to counter the anxiety building inside him. Guess he realized that bondage and blindfolds wasn’t his kind of kink.

“Are you going to fight me on this too?” Asher asked Rocky.

“Would it make a difference?” Rocky countered.

Asher chuckled. “Nope.”

“Fine,” Rocky said, echoing Jude’s irritation.

“Can we trust you to behave, or do we need to bind your hands again?” Tawny asked.

Felix, Jude, and Rocky were adamant they’d behave. The marshals escorted the men back to the van much more gently the second time around. They rode in silence for what seemed like forever, and Felix eventually drifted to sleep with his head on Jude’s shoulder. The van door sliding open startled him awake.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads,” Asher said.

“This is not how I prefer my husband to wake me,” Rocky grumbled.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have given up on me so easily,” Asher countered.

Felix heard Rocky mumble something that sounded like “prick.”

“Keep going back to the damn sex club, and you’ll see just what kind of prick I can be,” Asher said.

Felix had been in the process of scooting to the edge of the van but froze at Asher’s remark. “How’d you know about that?”

“You think the FBI doesn’t have undercover agents working inside Mercy’s club?” Ginger Snap asked as he gripped Felix’s bicep and pulled him out of the van. He snorted. “Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent.”

“Mercy has facial recognition software for members and guests,” Tawny said. “You think he’s going to settle for fake names when he can wield his membership list as a weapon to keep politicians and cops in his corner?”

“So, that’s how he knew I was in the club both times,” Jude said. “It should’ve occurred to me.”

“I hate to sound like Cameron,” Ginger Snap said, “but all three of you were blinded by ambition and drive. Noble, but stupid.”

“Thanks,” Felix grumbled.

“So, Ford,” Asher said once they were walking, “how’d you get into the club?”

Rocky heaved a deep sigh. “My cousin is a member. He pulled strings.”

“The kissing-cousin variety?” Asher wanted to know.