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He pushed the emotions aside, refusing to feel anything when it came to his brother or family.

“My brother was always the favored child. He probably thought I could handle whatever they threw at me, because up until then I had.”

“What did he say after?”

Emery stared at her a moment. “He hasn't said anything.”

“What? Is he . . . is he dead?”

“No, last I looked in on him he'd moved into our parents' garage out in Deerfield, so he's very much alive.”

“Wait—so you're saying he's never spoken to you after all that went down? Even now?”

“Correct.” Anger was a hot, dangerous thing that felt as though it wrapped around him, showering him with the toxic rage that had for a time threatened to make him go too far.

“Emery. Whole sentences. Please?”

It went against his nature to talk about himself. His parents had made sure to impart the knowledge to him, from a young age, that no one cared about his story, and though intellectually he knew that wasn't the case, the little boy inside of him still clammed up in moments like these, expecting nothing more than the sharp tongue of his mother or the backhand from his father. But Tori wasn't either of those people, and she was nothing like his brother.

“Helping my brother meant getting involved with some bad people. My brother skipped town, down to the Keys, holed up, and let me take the fall for the skimming he'd been doing. He knew he was about to get caught, so he got a loan in my name, to shift the blame, and left. These guys, they knew it was my brother, but they still held me responsible. They made sure to tell him what they did. I know the cops talked to him at some point, but that's it, really. I haven't spoken to my brother since then.”

“What about your parents?”

“My parents called a couple of times. They believe it's my fault, that I led him down a dark path. He was always their favorite. I was the accident.” The echo of his mother's voice flitted through his mind. Her words had long since lost the ability to cut.

“Emery.” Tori had one hand over her mouth and her eyes were wide. Maybe he'd spoken too much, shared more than he should have, but he wouldn't take the words back. They were the truth of his history. Someone might as well know.

Tori wanted to jump across the table and wrap Emery in a tight hug. He wasn't exactly the hugging sort, so she remained in her seat, hands clasped tightly together.

Not only had his brother betrayed him—but his family blamed him? She couldn't fathom such an awful thing. Sure, it wasn't as if she'd had a perfect family. Her mother was out of the picture before Tori could remember, and her father had subjected Roni and her to a torturous upbringing that had left scars on her soul. But that was her weird life. Emery, the others, they should have what she didn't. Warm, loving families who worried about them.

“It was a long time ago,” Emery said quietly.

“But still, that sucks.”

He simply shrugged.

Her heart hurt for him, for what kind of life made him accept the betrayal so easily. Her father might have been a cold son of a bitch, but he'd provided for his daughters. Not always in the expected manner, but they'd had food, a home, and they hadn't died. He'd given them the tools to survive, and survive they had.

Emery's laptop chimed. He sat up, peering at the screen, and started clicking away. She let it go, not wanting to force him to talk. Though she might chat away with her imaginary Emery, the real one was far more closed off and silent. She couldn't imagine why he'd actually answered her, but she treasured the fact that he'd been willing to share.

“Something happen?” she asked.

“Not exactly.” He sat back, frowning at the screen.

“Not exactly what?” She didn't think it could be anything to do with her sister, but her heart beat a little faster and she tugged on her hair. The sitting and doing nothing wasn't her style, but she didn't want to abandon the crew that had become her family.

Emery's gaze rose to her face, and though he didn't smile, there was a fleeting sense of humor in the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Whole sentences?”

“Yes, please.”

“There's too much data to search through by hand. I set a search to work through it and return items that fit certain parameters. Most of the information is coming back on front companies we've already looked into. The chime means a new-to-the-search company has been flagged.” He didn't look at her, but was already scanning away at his computer.

“Why haven't we looked at this one yet?”

“Because it hasn't been operational.”

“What is it?”

“The company name is just Greenworks, no description or history. They don't even have an office or a telephone number. Or . . . they didn't.” He spoke slowly, his brows a dark slash across his brow.

Tori didn't want to distract him, but she also wanted to know what the hell was going on. She got up and circled the table, peering over his shoulder as windows flashed across his screen so fast she couldn't tell what they were.

“Are you actually reading those?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She perched on the windowsill, watching him more than the screen. On average, he spent three seconds on each page of information. Some appeared to be invoices, others scraps of paper or e-mails. Every couple of minutes he'd grab a bit of text and take it to a browser and run a search. The rate at which he processed everything was astonishing. He really was amazing.

After a while, her attention drifted from the screen to the man. How was it he'd been produced in an environment where he wasn't wanted—and still had turned into an incredible human being? She'd often thought it was the nature of her birth that led to her lifestyle of danger and fast cars, but with Emery, it was different. He'd turned from the natural path of his life to become something better.

Part of her wanted to look up his family and make sure they realized just how incredible their son was. It was her protective instincts kicking in. Sure, Emery was part of the crew and she'd take a bullet for him, but deep down she knew it was more. Her girlish crush on him was founded on more than just good looks. She respected him. Unlike her or the others, Emery fought many of their battles before the rest of them even knew there was danger. Technology and information were weapons far greater than she'd anticipated when she was younger and focused on guns and munitions. Maybe if she'd known the way the world would go, she'd have taken up computer science instead of mechanics.

Yeah, that would never have happened. She was too hands-on for what Emery did.

The image of a building filled his screen, grabbing her attention.

“What's that?” she asked.

“The Greenworks building. Purchased around the time Evers was arrested.”

“That's a fortress.” She leaned over his shoulder.

The mostly concrete building had few windows and was surrounded by a chain-link fence with razor wire over the top.

“Where is it?” she asked.

“North of Fort Lauderdale. It looks like the power and water were turned back on a little more than two months ago.”

She didn't need to be a computer genius to see that connection.

They'd wondered where Evers's operation had moved to since his arrest. Had they just found the new hive?

“Is there security footage?” She hovered over his shoulder, watching as he pulled up aerial footage of the building and clicked through the frames.

“Probably.”

“Can you hack it?”

“If the cameras are online I can hack them, but it might be faster . . .”

“Faster to?”

“Sorry.” He shook his head. “A place like this, sometimes it's easier to hardwire into their system. It's got to be fairly sophisticated.”

“We need to do a drive-by then. Do you have the stuff you'd need to wire in or whatever you're doing?” The team had been searching for the last two months for whatever Evers's people were up to. To finally have an answer for the crazy series of events would be fantastic.

“I'm not sure going by now is a good idea.” He turned toward her, gaze narrowed in thought.

The hit team.

The little fact of their bolting.

But it was just a drive-by. Checking the location. Nothing major.

“If we don't jump on the opportunity while we have it, it may disappear. Like the import-export company. There's no guarantee this site will remain operational. Besides, what if there's another location we don't know about?” She gestured to the image on the laptop.

“I agree, but your safety is more important.”

It felt as though a million tiny butterflies took wing in that moment. For a second, she didn't draw a breath. Emery was putting her above the operation. Her cheeks heated slightly before the guilt slammed into her. She was not more important than the work they did. Her safety wasn't grounds enough for compromising a solid lead, which was more than they'd had in months.

Tori shook her head. “If I stay in the car and be the lookout, there shouldn't be any issue. These Russians are looking for me, but they'll also want to steer clear of Evers's people. No one wants a turf war.”

“I don't want to put you at risk. I could drive by on my own. Hardwiring into their system shouldn't be terribly difficult.”

“Without me? Hell no.”

His gaze narrowed. She was prepared to fight him on this, tooth and nail. They were crew. They had each other's backs. She wasn't about to let him save her and run off to put himself in danger. He might be used to working solo, but that was before today.

“We drive by the location. If I can hardwire in, we do it. If not, I'll find another way. We need a different ride though.”

“I can borrow something.” And by borrow, she meant steal. But only for a little while.

“Do it fast. I'd like to be locked in for the night by five.”

“Let me see what I've got to work with.”

It might be a little stupid, but she was excited about working with Emery. Seeing him in action. It was a great way to spend an afternoon.

* * *

They were doing too much.

Emery wanted to insulate Tori from the whole world, wrap her up in cotton and pack her away where no one would find her. And yet, here they were, rolling north on I-95 in a stolen three-year-old Camaro.

CJ was already trying to locate them. So far, Emery had blocked CJ's attempts through the network to track their location, but Emery would have to go off-line soon. He had bounced their connection through a dozen different countries through redirects, plus they'd burned their phones and he'd disabled the Tesla's GPS and other online capability. Hopefully it would be enough until they got off grid, where nothing could find them.

Emery had suspected the FBI of using their operation and leaving the crew in the dark before today, but now he was certain of it. What he feared was that CJ might have other methods of tracking them that Emery wasn't aware of. He'd always been something of an unwanted stepchild in the agency. He fit in far better with the questionable types they hired than the agents he'd trained with. Honor among thieves, it seemed.

“What's our plan?” Tori slid into the middle lane, passing the slower traffic.

“I'll look for a junction box. It's probably not going to be outside the fence.”

“Then we have to get inside the fence.”

“That's not a good idea. We're supposed to be lying low.” It was completely crazy to still be working on the operation, especially when the FBI was possibly hanging them out to dry. Too bad Emery couldn't turn his back on the job he'd said he'd see through.

“I hate to break it to you, but we aren't exactly good at that.” Tori glanced at him and grinned. Behind the wheel, she looked more like a troublesome pixie, ready to burn rubber and cause havoc.

Emery blew out a breath. He knew that, just as he knew locking Tori up for her own good would kill her. She was a free creature. So he needed to manage the situation delicately.

“We get close, then let me out. Drive down that main street along the front of the building, and wait for me at the corner. I think there's a little bodega there.”

“What are you going to do?” She glanced at the toolbox on the floorboard.

“Wire us into their security.”

“I don't want to leave you alone.”

“I won't be. I need you to watch my back.”

She frowned and merged into the far right lane, steering it toward their exit. The Camaro was a smooth enough ride, though too flashy for this little adventure. He'd have preferred a simple sedan or a work truck to blend into the surroundings, but Tori had wanted speed.

This far out, there was a little space between the buildings they passed instead of being built squished up next to each other. The area was mostly industrial, though a few street peddlers pushed their carts of ice cream and tamales around for the shift workers.

The Greenworks building sat on a couple acres of land with little traffic around it. They drove parallel to the compoundlike structure, observing it from a distance.

“Pull into this lot.” Emery pointed at a nondescript office space with a parking lot that cut through to the street that ran alongside Greenworks.

“Need me, call me.” Tori kept the car on the windowless blind side of the single-story office building.

Emery stepped out, hefting the toolbox.

“Bodega. Twenty minutes.” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his front pocket and slipped them on. Between the baseball cap, sunglasses, and nondescript workman's shirt, he could be anyone, which was the point.

Tori turned the car and eased back onto the street, continuing in the direction they'd been headed. She couldn't get too close in the car. Especially if the security system was up and running. The last thing he needed was Evers's idiots on her tail, too.

Emery strolled through the parking lot, across the street, and down the fence line of the Greenworks property. Most commercial businesses incorporated a little of the Florida color palette by way of flowers or some decoration. Greenworks had nothing. Not even a palm tree out by the road. It felt . . . wrong.

The street was completely deserted. No traffic, especially no one else on foot. It was as if the neighbors had a good idea who had moved in and they were keeping their distance. The back of Emery's neck itched, like he was being watched. And he was.

The security cameras were mounted on the side of the building, every twenty feet. There was no way to get close without coming up on at least one of the feeds. The trick was to appear as though he belonged there. Part of Emery's value to the team was being an autonomous entity. While Tori, Aiden, Julian, and the rest were easily identified at a glance, Emery was almost completely separate to them. It made for a solitary existence, but no one would be able to see him and connect the person on the camera to Classic Rides or their people.

Now, where was the junction box?

The main gate also serviced the loading docks. A dozen men loitered about the lot. Except normal loading dock employees didn't carry handguns. He was willing to bet the man in the guard shack was packing something of the automatic variety.

He stopped in the shade of a billboard and peered at the side of the building. From the way the cameras were positioned, he should be on the very edge of the frame.

There.

The junction box for the security cameras was mounted against the side of the building. He'd passed a bit of shoddily patched fence ten feet back, where he thought he could get through in a pinch, but there was no way he'd make it the dozen or so feet to the box before someone spotted him, if they hadn't already.

He needed a distraction. Something to pull the guard's attention away from this direction for a minute. A Dumpster and a stack of blue barrels would cover his position at the box—if he could get there.