Undercover Twin

“You made the right decision,” Nick said.

“I hope so.” She paused in the door opening. “Because I’ve decided Lily’s best chance is with someone other than you.”

* * *

NICK AND RAFE leaned back against the desk in the SAPD squad room. They both had their legs spread, arms crossed, as if they had nothing better to do than to watch the fiasco playing out in front of them.

Waverly and Rickloff stood on the other side of the room with the small group of agents who’d come up from Miami with Rickloff, talking to Heather. Apparently they were giving her last-minute instructions while one of the agents grabbed her suitcase that she’d gone home and packed after telling Nick she didn’t want his help. Her refusal to trust him still stung, but he supposed he’d earned that by letting her sit in jail all weekend and not giving her a chance to explain what had happened.

“I heard they’re flying out to Key West in the morning,” Rafe said. “They’re going to a hotel by Jacksonville International Airport for tonight.”

Nick grunted in reply.

“They’ll arrive at the Key West airport around noon,” Rafe said. “An agent from Miami will meet them there with the kilos and drive Heather to a hotel. I might have even heard a rumor about which hotel they’ll be using.”

“One of those infamous contacts you brag about, I suppose?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t suppose you also know the name of the Miami agent they’ve chosen to go to the bar with Heather?”

“I might.”

“That could prove useful.”

They watched in silence as Heather shook Rickloff’s hand. She and the entire entourage headed across the far side of the squad room toward the exit. Heather didn’t even look Nick’s way.

“Are you sure you’ve made the right decision?” Rafe asked, stifling a yawn as he, too, watched the group head to the exit.

“Yep.”

“If Waverly fires you, I could put in a good word for you at SAPD,” Rafe said. “We have an opening for a meter reader. A washed-up DEA agent might be qualified for that.”

Nick shoved him.

Rafe shoved him back.

Waverly held the door open for Heather, and the small group headed out front. They stood at the curb, apparently waiting for the van from the airport that was heading toward the front of the building from the end of the parking lot.

“He’s not going to fire me,” Nick said.

“You sure about that? He seemed pretty ticked that you didn’t go along with Rickloff’s plan. I haven’t seen his face that red since you cleaned him out at poker a few months ago.”

Nick sighed. “I miss poker nights. I can’t believe you let Darby cancel our poker nights.”

“Let her? Are you implying the decision wasn’t mine? That she has me wrapped around her finger?”

“I’m not implying anything. You’re her lapdog. Ruff, ruff.”

“I’ll pay you back for that.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“This is serious. You could lose everything.”

“Yeah. I know,” Nick said quietly. “But I’m still going through with it.”

While Heather’s luggage was being loaded, she and her entourage got inside the van. Apparently they were all accompanying her to the airport hotel. Nick supposed that was their way of pretending they were actually protecting her instead of sending her into an impossible situation where the odds of her being hurt, or killed, were enormously high.

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