A hint of sympathy lit her gaze. “She asked if you were EOD.”
Hell, hell, hell. “And you told her?”
“It’s not my place to break that woman’s heart more than it’s already been broken.” She stared directly at him. “That’s your job.” There was more heat in her voice than he usually heard.
Even Logan glanced at her with a touch of surprise.
“You know, it’s not impossible to do a job without hurting a woman. You didn’t have to sleep with her.” Sydney’s hands were fisted on her hips now. Yes, the woman was definitely angry. Odd, especially for controlled Sydney.
“She told you that?” he asked her.
“No, I could see it on her face.” Sydney exhaled in a rush. “There’s a certain kind of look that a woman gets when a lover betrays her. Your Veronica had that look.”
“I need to talk to her.” Now. He had to explain—
Logan shook his head. “We’ve got a plane coming in at 0600 tomorrow. The EOD wants Cale brought in to the D.C. office for questioning and containment. That means we have less than twenty-four hours—” his eyes narrowed on Jasper “—to break the suspect.”
Logan wanted him to do the breaking. That message was loud and clear in Alpha One’s gaze.
“The first EOD agent that Cale killed...Marcus Holloway...he was a friend of mine.” Logan’s lips tightened. “We’re not letting another team take this guy away. We’re getting Cale’s confession. We’re closing this case.”
Logan had always been territorial. When it came to the cases and his life.
Jasper had never really felt territorial about anyone or anything, until Veronica.
“We have everything here that we need to break him.” Logan nodded at Jasper. “We’ve got you, Wyatt—the sheriff seems to be the guy’s only friend—and we’ve got Cale’s sister.”
Jasper stiffened. “I’ll talk to Cale.” For all the good it would do. The man wasn’t the breaking type. Most army rangers weren’t. “But we aren’t using Veronica.”
Logan just stared back at him.
Angry, Jasper snarled, “Would you use Juliana?”
He saw the hit in Logan’s eyes.
That was what I thought. “Veronica stays out of this.” He pulled in another breath, trying to slow his racing heart. “I’ll handle Cale.”
Then, because he didn’t want to waste any more time on an already ticking clock, he glanced at Sydney. She pointed toward the narrow hallway. “Last door on the right. Gunner has guard duty.”
He nodded, and squaring his shoulders, he headed down that hallway. Logan followed him, shadowing his steps. Jasper knew that Logan would want to hear every word of this interrogation. And, knowing Sydney, the room housing Cale had already been set up for full video and audio surveillance.
Everything that happened in that room would be recorded. Monitored constantly until Cale was on the flight heading to D.C.
Gunner opened the door for Jasper. Jasper and Logan stalked inside. A small table sat in the middle of the room. Cale was seated at the table, with his hands cuffed behind his back.
The room’s windows had been boarded up. The only way in was through the door. The door that an armed Gunner was blocking.
Jasper pulled out a table chair, one directly across from Cale. No point in delaying. He sat down and met the glaring blue gaze of his prisoner.
Veronica’s gaze was a bright sky-blue. Her brother...well, his blue gaze was dark and hard. Promising retribution.
“You used her,” Cale said, body tense.
Jasper didn’t speak. Just having Cale talk first was a victory in interrogation. When suspects wanted to talk, you let them. They usually talked too much, revealed too much.
And you just got to sit back and listen.
He’d learned all about interrogations during his two years at the EOD.