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partner. Erin Argent was the
newbie at McKay-Taggart, but Jesse was pretty sure she already fit in better
than he did. Tag sent her out into the field without a qualm. She’d already run
an op on her own, taking down a ring of corporate spies with the ease of a
woman who had spent half her life in the military, and not at the grunt level
Jesse had been at.
    “She’s on the move,” Liam said, his voice tight. He was
carrying a shoulder holster complete with a SIG Sauer that he handed over to
Tag.
    “She walked out of here about three minutes ago,” Erin
explained. There was no way to miss the anticipation in the woman’s voice. Erin
was a full-on adrenaline junkie. The minute an op was over, she requested
another one. While the rest of McKay-Taggart seemed to be settling down and
having babies and buying houses, Erin spent her off time base jumping.
    He didn’t like the thought of someone as competent as Erin
going after Phoebe. Phoebe was an accountant. She had no idea how to handle
seasoned operatives.
    Jesse stood up. Something was going on. If his apartment was bugged , then someone was watching him, but he couldn’t
accept that it was Phoebe. Maybe it had something to do with that text. He knew
he should say something about it, but the situation with Phoebe took
precedence. “Fine, I’ll follow her myself. This is stupid. She’s probably going
out to pick up something for the party.”
    “I don’t think so,” Li said. “She told Grace they had everything
ready and then she slipped out.”
    “She was actively trying to not be seen.” Erin grinned a
little. She had a wealth of fiery red hair she kept in a neat ponytail and
freckles across the bridge of her nose that proved all that red was natural.
    He wasn’t sure Erin didn’t have an overactive imagination.
She seemed to fit right in with Tag and O’Donnell. She went to the worst
possible case scenario just like Tag and she could down beer like O’Donnell,
though he’d slowed down since having a son.
    “I’m going to follow her.” Jesse was sick of this shit. He
was sick of feeling like the only person left out of the joke.
    “Adam and Jake are tailing her.” Ian looked down at his
phone. “They’ve got her. She walked into that fast food place up the street two
minutes ago.”
    “See. She’s guilty of being hungry and not wanting a salad.”
They were all paranoid.
    Tag pocketed his phone and nodded to Li and Erin. “Li, would
you please set up a nice place where we can spend some time talking to our
accountant?”
    “You’re setting up a fucking interrogation room?” It
wouldn’t be comfortable. It would be a room where Tag would hold her until he
got the answers he wanted. Tag would scare the shit out of her. Phoebe already
got nervous around the man. This would send her over the edge.
    Tag turned his way, and this wasn’t his friend. This was his
boss, his CO. “You will stand down, Murdoch, or I swear I will have you in
lock-down until this is over. If you can’t handle this, tell me now and I’ll
make sure you don’t move an inch out of this room until this is all over.”
    He couldn’t let that happen. “I’m cool.”
    “I seriously doubt that,” Tag said. “You can observe, but
nothing more. This is not your op. Simon, you keep a leash on him. He watches
from a distance. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, boss.” Simon put his suit coat back on. “We need to
hurry if we’re going to catch her. Tell Adam to keep close watch. I used to use
public loos to change clothes and lose a tail.”
    Tag slipped the shoulder holster over his massive form and
checked the clip on the SIG before holstering the gun. “Alex, you don’t have to
go. Eve will likely kick your ass if you miss the shower, so please feel free
to coo over baby gifts while the rest of us take care of business.”
    McKay sent his best friend a happy middle finger. “Fuck you,
Ian. I’m not staying here and might I say, I can’t fucking wait for
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