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“Moving on.” Mac raised his hand, gaining control of the room.
Everyone had some sly remark about Jordan training the newbies. She grinned at her team, loving the camaraderie. She knew they didn’t mean what they said. Hell, they might even be right. The room fell silent. Mac’s neutral face was always difficult to work out. It was always hard to read him.
The sounds of vibrations and dings filled the air. It was all of their cellphones going off at the same time. Curses rang out. Jordan’s heart rate increased as she lifted her phone from the table in front of her.
Your twenty-four hours are up.
Jordan swallowed.
“What the hell is this?” Declan held his phone up. He turned around and scanned the room. Everyone’s attention was on theirs. “Everyone get the same text?”
“There’s a traitor amongst you?” Brodie read aloud.
Nods went around. Jordan’s stomach sank. She swallowed hard to keep the bile from erupting from her.
Oh God.
Bravon was making his move. She had tried to ignore the fact that he had given her a deadline. She had prayed and hoped he would leave her alone.
But it would seem that was not the case.
Why did she have to be so naïve? The last few days at Rhys’s farm had been wonderful. It was her little slice of heaven. This day was bound to come.
“How the hell did they get all of our numbers?” Ash asked.
Jordan shook her head. She didn’t want to alert them that she hadn’t received the same text. This was putting her in a bad spot. Now if she came clean about what had happened back in Atlanta, would they believe her? Or a random text they received.
“There’s no fucking traitors on this team,” Myles said.
“There sure as shit isn’t,” Iker said.
“Brodie, can you trace this?” Mac asked silently.
The deadly glint in his eyes made Jordan glad that they were on the same team. She wanted to strive to be like the sergeant. He was a good man, cared for his team as if they were family, and he always had their back. Mac was a true leader, and Jordan appreciated everything he had done for her. She couldn’t lose his trust.
That would certainly almost kill her.
“I can try.” Brodie opened up his laptop.
His ball cap got turned around backward which signaled he meant business. The guy was a whiz when it came to computers, and if he couldn’t figure it out, he had some friend who had tech money who lent a hand when he could. Jordan didn’t know if that was a legal thing, but his buddy had provided the police department with some cool state-of-the-art equipment in the past.
“Well, I hope there isn’t a traitor in the room right now,” Mac growled. He gripped the podium.
Jordan exhaled, almost forgetting to breathe. She placed her phone down on the table, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself.
What the fuck was she to do?
Tell them that Bravon wanted her to turn them over to him?
No. She would face Bravon on her own. If he wanted her, then she would give herself up to him. She had said it before, but now seeing how riled up they’d all got at the thought that someone was a traitor, it broke her heart.
“What the fuck are y’all doing? You know there is not one traitor in this damn room,” Zain said. He pushed back from the table and stood. “We all have been to hell and back with each other. We know each other. Someone is fucking with us.”
“Who the hell would do this?” Declan stood and faced the room.
Jordan’s eyes widened. What the fuck was going on? He casually slid his hands into his pants pockets, but she could easily read his actions. There wasn’t nothing casual about it.
“Why would someone send us all a message when we are together? Fuck that. How did they know to send it right now? We don’t publish our meeting times or anything.”
