Chapter 17He made Cortez wait forty-five minutes as he checked nearby buildings and side streets for any sign of other DHS agents. It was only when she made a move to leave that he finally showed himself, stepping out from a restaurant across the street, dodging cars, and approaching her. She slowly sat back down at the designated café in Memphis. Motioning for the server to refill her coffee, she asked calmly if he wanted anything.
Dakota simply shook his head as he took a seat across from her. He fidgeted in the uncomfortable metal chair. “What do you wanna talk about? I need to get back.”
“To your new partner? The one with the rifle?” She grinned.
A pang of fear coursed through him, but he suppressed it. Of course they would be able to tell the difference between a close shot with a
