didn’t say a word. He simply sat there, nodding his head and gazing off into space like he was thinking over what she’d just said.
“I know you can’t give me any details, but this guy you’re going after, is he dangerous?” Jayson finally asked.
Layla mentally cringed, not sure how she should answer his question. Of course the guy was dangerous. The DCO wouldn’t be going after him if he wasn’t. The guy had a reputation as a stone-cold killer and a businessman who would sell weapons to whomever could pay him the most.
But if she told Jayson that, he’d lose his mind for sure. On the other hand, she hated lying to him. Besides, she was a terrible liar. Jayson would see right through her.
“He’s a scary guy,” she admitted. “He specializes in selling chemical weapons technology and is responsible for the sudden increase in that kind of stuff showing up in places like Syria, Northern Iraq, and the Sudan. The worst part is that no one is even sure exactly what this guy looks like. Based on the name he goes by, the analysts assume he’s from a Slavic nation, maybe Yugoslavia before it broke up, or Poland. All they can say for sure is that he’s very good at knowing when he’s being tracked and that it rarely ends well for the people who go after him.”
Jayson’s eyes widened in alarm. Crap, she probably should have left out that last part.
“Fortunately, I’m just there to help run the operation from a remote command post,” she added quickly.
Jayson slowly let out a breath, the panicked look disappearing from his eyes. “So you won’t be directly involved in apprehending the guy, right?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I’m only going to keep an eye on everything with cameras to make sure this guy doesn’t turn the tables on Clayne and Danica.”
While she wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of going up against someone as dangerous as the arms dealer her first time in the field, it didn’t make a lot of sense to send her halfway around the world just so she could sit at a computer and watch other operatives do their job. She didn’t say that to Jayson, though.
Across from her, Jayson was staring off into space again, lost in thought.
“You okay?” she asked.
He jerked, snapping his head up to look at her. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because you look like you’re a million miles away,” she said. “I know you don’t like the idea of me being a DCO agent, but…”
“It’s not that,” he said. “I mean, I’m still not thrilled about you going into the field, but I’m dealing with it. I was actually thinking of a conversation I had with Dick today.”
Layla’s stomach clenched. Jayson’s relationship with the DCO’s deputy director had made her uneasy from the first time she’d seen them together. Even though she, Ivy, Landon, and every one of their other friends had told him that Dick Coleman was dangerous, Jayson seemed to consider the man a friend.
“What did you talk about?” she asked.
Jayson shrugged, picking up his glass and taking a long drink of iced tea. “He was telling me about a new drug he thought might be able to heal my back.”
Layla’s heart started beating faster. There was only one “miracle” drug that could ever heal a shrapnel-shredded body. “A new drug? As in a hybrid serum?”
Jayson met her gaze, his blue eyes steady. “Not exactly.”
“What does that mean? Either it is or it isn’t.”
Jayson sighed. “Okay, the drug is based on a hybrid serum, but Dick assured me it’s nothing like the stuff that was used on Tanner and Minka.”
“Dick assured you?” Layla shouted, finding herself on her feet and having no clue how she got there. “And you believe him? That serum kills people. Or drives them insane. You know what Tanner and Minka went through, and they were the lucky ones! You can’t seriously be considering letting him put that stuff into you.”
Jayson stood, wincing as he straightened up too quickly. But he paid no