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“All we’re getting is one weak scent.”
“Others could be behind doors. Especially if they are half breeds. Their scents can be undistinguishable.”
She frowned. “Burnett might be halfway across town. I’m not going to just sit here and let this guy get away.”
“He’s not getting away. We’ll wait here.” Chase pulled his phone out.
Della listened as Chase informed Burnett and named off the address, a little pissed that Chase didn’t think they could handle it themselves.
“Okay,” Burnett said. “I’m ten minutes away if there’s no traffic. I’m calling a few more agents to meet us there. Do not get out of the car. And keep Della on a leash. I know she’s chomping at the bit to go in.”
Chase’s gaze shifted to her. “I will.” He hung up.
Della glared at him. “Oh, you’re gonna keep me on a leash, huh?”
“What was I supposed to say?” He shrugged.
“Maybe that you don’t think I need a leash.”
“He just wants to make sure you’re safe.”
“Since when did you start taking his side? I thought you didn’t even like him.”
Chase exhaled. “He kind of grows on you.”
Della nodded. “True, but he acts like I can’t take care of myself.”
“If he really thought that, he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you becoming an agent.”
“If he had his way, I wouldn’t.”
Chase cut his gaze back to the apartments for a second. “He lost a female agent he was training. Sounds like it was hard for him. I think you remind him of her.”
Della sat there staring. “How … He told you this?” she asked.
“Not that you reminded him of her, but he told me about her. And I kind of figured it out.”
“He just confided this to you?”
Chase looked at her as if she were jealous. And, yeah, maybe she was a little.
“It’s not like he was sharing something with me. Except his temper. He was reading me the riot act about going to the prison and told me he’d lost one agent he was training and didn’t plan on losing another.”
They sat there in the silent car a few minutes. Della used her phone, checking emails to keep from letting the quietness chip away at her sanity.
But when she found an email from her sister, it no longer felt like a stress relief. She decided not to read it. Her new, two-worded litany worked well in this instance as well. Not now.
Della put her phone away. She felt Chase studying her. “Don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what?”
“Stare.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to say … thanks.”
“For what?”
“Last night. The morgue thing.”
