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were similar: blond hair, muscular physiques, and both in love with Wraith, the squad’s reinstated sniper. At least Cappy hoped Wraith would convert her “definite possibility” to rejoin the squad answer into a “yes.” Not only would he regain the best sniper in SBG’s history, he’d inherit Grady’s former Marine skills too, because the civilian made it clear he wouldn’t allow Wraith to go into danger without being there to watch her back.
    “What’s going on? Why’s everyone up so early?” Grady asked in his deep Carolina drawl while strolling to the Keurig, forcing Cappy to the side.
    “Ted never went to bed,” Cappy answered. “I’m a light sleeper. Couldn’t rest with the plastic banging against the glass—”
    “Sorry about that.” Grady grimaced. “Replacements have been ordered.”
    “Not a complaint.” Cappy waved a hand.
    Talon marched toward the coffee machine—the one Grady currently blocked—and paused, slapping his hands on his hips. “You going to move today or what?”
    Grady casually scratched the open area at the base of his throat where a silver chain with a three-headed spiraling dragon pendant now rested against his skin. Talon’s eyes narrowed and his fingers whitened. The team’s symbol, the one they all wore proudly, had been given to Grady by Wraith when she publically declared her love for him.
    Tipping his full mug in Talon’s direction, Grady leisurely stepped to the side, smirking at Talon’s death stare and taking a noisy slurp.
    Cappy inwardly sighed. Those two had already wailed on each other like two schoolboys in the backyard. The bruises from that fight had only just faded, they didn’t need to add a fresh set. Regardless of who provoked whom, Cappy’s sympathy went out to Talon. It couldn’t be easy living with the man who captured the heart of the woman you’re in love with.
    “Uh, Cappy,” Ted said, trepidation dripping in his voice, “you better come look at this.”
    Christ. What now? His cell phone rang.
    “Don’t answer that,” Ted yelled. “You need to see this first.”
    Fuck.
    “What’s going on?” Wraith asked, tightening her sable hair into a ponytail as she rounded the partition, wearing a Gradwick Adventure Center polo, matching Grady’s.
    Cappy would bet his left nut her going into work today was all Grady’s doing to keep her away from Talon. Those three needed to get a handle on this before Cappy was forced to intervene.
    The room filled up with almost the whole gang. The only two missing were Magician and Romeo—what a pair. He’d assigned those two to tie up loose ends in the mid-west and return at the end of the week.
    The phone in Cappy’s hand rang again and Senator Harris’s name flashed across the display.
    “I’m serious,” Ted said. “If that’s the Senator, you should look at this first.”
    Son of a bitch.
He strode around the kitchen island and stationed himself just to the left of Ted’s chair. The rest of the group piled in around him.
    YouTube filled one of the monitor screens with a frozen video in the center. The title “Playboy’s Last Fling” dominated the space below the video screen.
    Cappy’s stomach tightened.
    “I took a break and trolled the Internet.” Ted pointed. “This video on YouTube already has ten thousand hits and after skipping through it, I pulled this off the nine-one-one database.” Ted highlighted another file and an audio equalizer popped up on the other monitor. Green lines jumped on a black background as voices began to speak.
    “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
a female operator asked.
    “Um,”
a frazzled male voice said twice.
“I need to report a murder.”
    “A murder, sir?”
    A throat cleared.
“Yes.”
    “What’s your address, sir?”
    “Blakely Hotel. Down-downtown Indianapolis.”
    “Did you witness the murder, sir?”
    The man swallowed loudly.
“Ah, no.”
    “How do you know it’s a murder, sir?”
    “I’m, ah, the night manager.