Agent E2: Aidan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency) Read Online Free PDF Page B

shrugged. “Because no one would expect it.”
    “Or…” Tristan pushed open the cafeteria door. “...they aren’t the original killers at all, and they’re trying to frame them.”
    Aidan shook his head, refusing to believe that. He needed this shot at vengeance.
    Looking around the room, he spotted Rachel at a distant table with Mr. Coffee, the attorney.
    “I know you want a shot at them, Monroe. I get it. But, it would be a brilliant plan, wouldn’t it?”
    Yes, it would be clever. However, out of all of the places in the world, little Creekmore, Texas?
    “At least we know we can rule out Naylor.” Tristan said.
    “That will make Rachel feel a little better.”
    If he admitted it to himself, it made him feel better too, knowing Cassandra Naylor had nothing to do with Jim’s death.
    Tristan said, “I had pretty much ruled them out when Ben told me about the Commando revolvers.”
    “Yeah. Every one of the Naylor agents had PPXs. Whoever we’re dealing with, they’re not a run of the mill buyer. We have to expect the unexpected.”
    Reaching the table, Aidan smiled at the relieved look on Rachel’s face when she saw Tristan. It did his heart good to see his sister in love.
    Tristan kissed her, then shook Mr. Hensen’s hand. Aidan did the same before they all sat.
    “Tris.” Rachel clasped his hand on top of the table. “We’re going to hold the funeral on Tuesday. Is that doable with your schedule?”
    His sister’s eyes were rimmed in red, her nose and cheeks blotchy. 
    Tristan nodded. “That’s fine.” He turned to Mr. Hensen. “What do we need to do?”
    Hensen’s partially-bald head shined in the lights overhead. “Nothing. Ben had already taken care of everything with the funeral home. He elected to be cremated.”
    Although Aidan hadn’t been around Creekmore much since he joined the SEALS, he would miss old Ben Adams. His father and Ben had been good friends, and would even catch a few beers together at Willie’s during football season.
    His life, and Rachel’s, had changed so drastically. Aidan felt like he stood on a spinning top that would never halt.
    Hensen ran a hand over his bald head. “I understand things are rather hectic at the moment, but Ben requested that his will be read immediately following his funeral.” He glanced back and forth between Rachel and Tristan. “Would you have time for that?”
    Aidan frowned. “Why the rush?”
    Hensen shrugged. “I think he wanted Rachel to have the money right away, knowing her financial state of affairs following your father’s illness.”
    Jacobs had taken care of that for Rachel, the old, lovesick fool. Now, she had to figure out how to run a five thousand acre ranch with several oil rigs scattered throughout.
    Tristan kissed Rachel’s palm. “I’m yours for the day, baby. I’ll be there for you.”
    He shook his head. “Make no mistake, Mr. Jacobs. You’re in the will, too.”
    He pulled back his head and frowned. “Me? I only knew him a few days.”
    “You were a late addition.” Hensen smiled.
    Rachel hugged Tristan’s arm and smiled up at him. “I told you he loved you.”
    Aidan signaled to the pizza delivery boy. “Maybe we’ll finally learn what he meant about the barrels.”
    “The barrels?” Hensen frowned.
    Tristan said, “The last words out of Ben’s mouth before he died were ‘it’s in the barrels.’”
    “Well,” he said, “Ben does have barrels. Considering the number of oil rigs on his place, there are hundreds of oil barrels scattered all over his ranch. Good luck with that one.”
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    “d’Artagnan, why did Mitchell say he would let you tell me what happened to Father?”
    Cassandra swallowed down a bite of her hamburger as she watched the color drain from her brother’s face. She had never seen her twin look so pale or so… sick . He looked like he wanted to barf.
    Dar had always portrayed a sarcastic confidence, an emotional banner that told everyone he could never be