Page 50 of Lethal Justice

“Easy.”

Frida’s gaze landed on Imari who seemed relaxed despite the tension in the room, her hands loose at her sides.

Frida glanced between the woman.

“Care to tell us?” Frida knew her tone was short, but this was time-sensitive.

“Sorry, I should’ve said Imari is our new tech expert and hacker.” Frida felt herself physically sag with relief.

“Oh, thank God. How good are you?” Cleo angled her head in a silent challenge to which Imari smiled.

“Let me show you.”

Imari took the laptop and walked to the bank of computers and set it down before she snagged a wheelie chair with her foot, scooted in, and her finger began to fly over the keyboard.

Frida twisted her head as the door behind her opened, and Shane and Knight walked toward them, followed by Mason. The latter immediately went to Cleo and laid a hand to her hip. It was a small thing and not overly in-your-face as an intimate gestures went, but the expression on their faces as they looked at each other made Frida feel like a voyeur.

A lump formed in her throat and her heart hurt in the worst way as she imagined not getting the chance to have that with Malco.

“When did Imari arrive?” Shane asked his fiancée in a low tone. Emme twisted her head back to look up at him. “About twenty minutes ago.”

His eyebrows raised. “And you put her to work already?”

Emme explained what Cleo found, and Frida felt the tension rise as the reality set in.

“Got him.” Imari pushed back slightly so that everyone could see the screen. Frida drew in a breath as she recognized the storage unit site on the opposite side of town. She’d had to use one once when she moved to a new house and needed space for her office furniture.

Shane turned to Knight and Mason. “Get everyone in the war room loaded up. I want us on the ground in the next thirty minutes.” He spun back to Imari. “Can you get us eyes on that unit?”

Imari raised her brows and pulled a face that told everyone she thought Shane was stupid for even asking, and they moved to the terminal, her fingers flying again.

Frida followed the other men from the room as Emme stayed and began gathering as much information as she could on the people in the unit.

“Shane,” Frida called.

He turned and held up a hand. “Don’t ask, Frida. I’m going to say no.”

“Please. I love him.”

Shane stopped and placed his hands on her upper arms as he faced her. His voice was softer when he spoke, but he remained resolute. “That’s exactly why I can’t allow you to come. He’d never forgive me, and moreover, Emme would never forgive me if something went wrong and you got hurt.”

“Please, I need to be near him. What if he needs me?” Her eyes were filled with tears now.

“God damn it, Frida. This is dangerous. Kasten and Pool mean business, and we have no idea what we’re facing or what they have planned.”

“What if I create a diversion?” An idea was forming in her brain now.

Shane pulled back slightly. “Like what?”

Frida explained the plan to Shane, and as she saw his face split into a grin, she knew they had a chance—if she could pull this off.