“What way?”
“Like you’re water and she’s really thirsty.”
“We’re hanging out.”
“Jeez, brother, you don’t even know how bad you have it,” David said.
Rob Norton was having a heated discussion with Sienna. Finally, the man broke off and approached them.
“It’s time to go after Taylor, but David can’t drive or handle a weapon.”
A.J. looked at Sienna, who was frowning at him, then he looked at David. “I’ll drive in David’s place.”
“Let’s give them his guns, then.”
“Damn right,” A.J. said.
* * *
“Taylor.”
“This is David Buckner,” A.J. said. They had landed just thirty minutes ago and had immediately gone to Captain Sandoval’s office to get organized.
“Where are my weapons?” Taylor demanded.
“Not so fast.” A.J. shifted the phone in his hand. “It seems that my hope to sell the guns to Moran didn’t work out. The FBI shut him down. Next they’ll be coming after me and if they do, I’m not going down alone. I need cash and I need it fast.”
“Tell me where and when.”
A.J. looked at his watch. It was eight o’clock. “Twenty-Ninth Street pier in one hour.”
* * *
“I should be the one to drive the truck,” A.J. said for the third time.
“I don’t like it,” Sienna insisted.
“I want a piece of this action. They’ve threatened my brother.”
“I’m inclined to allow him to do this,” Agent Norton said. “We jerked you around about your brother. If you want in, you’ve got it.”
“But…”
“Do you doubt his ability?” Norton asked.
“No,” Sienna said, trying to keep her voice down. Her heart was lodged in her throat. She knew she was being irrational about this. She knew it, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Then why don’t you want him to participate?”
“He’s not a cop,” she said stubbornly, unwilling to say what she really felt.
“He’s a Navy SEAL, Detective Parker.”
“They’ll be gunning for the person in the truck, Norton, and you know it. He’s a sitting target.”
“Camacho?”
“I’ve been in situations a lot worse than this, Norton. I can handle it and you owe me.”