Fifteen minutes later, traffic started moving again and Gavin drove to headquarters, parked, then opened the back to let Tommy out of the vehicle. Together they headed for the indoor practice area like they’d done a thousand times before. As he gave Tommy some playtime, he wondered what Bree was doing. He didn’t see her or Stella in the training arena. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.
Brianne.
She’d said she wanted to know more and that she wanted to help him. Did Brianne Hayes really care at all?
He hit Accept and waited to see, torn between needing her help and wanting to protect her.
“Gavin, meet me in the small conference room upstairs,” she said, her words breathless. “We got a call from the FBI. We might have a lead on the Fourth of July bomber.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Gavin put away his phone and forgot about his damp uniform.
He wanted to see if they’d found the man in the park.
Because he felt pretty sure the man who’d placed bombs in the East River Park could also be the same bomber who’d been setting off small explosions for the past few months. First thing, he’d report his suspicions to Noah. This case had taken another turn and since several law enforcement agencies were involved, he wanted full transparency. No mistakes.
They might have found the elusive man everyone on the streets called the Tick. The man knew they’d seen him last night. If the Tick had reported seeing them to whoever was paying him, then Gavin felt sure he’d been made and the Tick’s boss had sent someone to rattle him this morning.
Did he dare bring Brianne into that kind of trap?
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