TREASURES: Vows Vengeance Valor: Beauty of Life, #12

This Can’t Be Good

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May 29 – Dan’s Apartment – 9:50 p.m.

When his teammate Lexa McKenna asked to come in, Dan Broderick stepped back and opened the door wider. He had no idea what brought her by at this time of night, particularly with them needing to be at TRF HQ by five in the morning for their pre-shift workout.

Studying her as she entered, he searched for anything to clue him in, only noting an apprehensiveness cloaking her. He wanted to ask if she was alright but chose to allow her determine the course of their interaction. Never breaking his gaze, Dan shut his door as Lexa stopped in the open space between the kitchen and his swivel chair.

Gathering her nerve, Lexa sucked in her bottom lip and gnawed it with her upper teeth. For the past week, she tried to talk herself out of this. However, the duende on her shoulder conspired to push her into doing this with non-stop pestering. To silence the passionate devil, Lexa decided it should be now or never—and never was not an option she would readily accept.

Releasing her lip, her gaze darting downward briefly, Lexa refocused on Dan’s intriguing sapphire eyes. She read confusion—yeah, he would be perplexed by her showing up at his new apartment this late and out of the blue. Before she chickened out and ran away again, Lexa blurted, We can’t be friends anymore. The kiss at Wanderlust—

Crushed by her words, hoping for something different, Dan interrupted and attempted to salvage his slip-up. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—

Recognizing her poor choice of opening words by Dan’s reaction, Lexa stepped forward and placed two fingers to his lips. Shush. Please listen.

Dan nodded and braced himself, a part of him valiantly clinging to hope.

Being friends isn’t working—

Both of their phones beeped with a TRF page, halting her again. They pulled out their cells, and both read the all-hands-on-deck text. Whatever Lexa wanted to say must wait. Dan grabbed his keys and followed Lexa out.

TRF HQ – Parking Lot – 10:20 p.m.

Having left Dan’s apartment simultaneously but in separate vehicles, Constable Lexa McKenna arrived at Toronto’s Tactical Response Force Headquarters at the same time as her teammate. While driving here, Lexa realized her poorly chosen words likely left the wrong impression and wished to clear the air. After parking, she jumped out and hurried to match his pace. Dan, we—

Without breaking his stride, Dan bit back, I get it! We’re only teammates now. You don’t need to worry … I’ll behave as such during this call.

Lexa wanted to scream. Dan’s clipped response confirmed he did come to an erroneous conclusion, but who could blame him when she made a complete muddle of what she intended to tell him. Recognizing now wouldn’t be the time or place to sort things out, she donned a professional mantle and pushed her feelings to the back burner.

Dan headed for the stairs instead of the elevator, hoping for a short reprieve from Lexa to put his head on straight, but she followed him. Her words stung, but he only had himself to blame for her change of heart. He should’ve kept his hands and lips off her at Wanderlust. Though he did wonder at the timing, everything had seemed great between them until she uttered five words that cut him to the core. We can’t be friends anymore.

TRF HQ – Briefing Room – 10:22 p.m.

Upon reaching the main conference room entrance, both stopped, and their brows furrowed. Sergeant Nicholas Pastore stood in the front, conversing quietly with Commander Gambrill, Inspector Pope, Sergeant Bailey, and an unknown man. Along the bank of windows and the opposite wall stood members of Bravo and Delta teams. In that respect, nothing unusual, but what was unexpected was what they observed in the back of the room.

Bram and Kellie De Haven settled their four pajama-clad, barely awake daughters on pillows on the blanket-covered floor. Next to the girls sat Kent Hardy, the fifteen-year-old wearing a bewildered expression as his father transferred his sleeping little brother to his waiting arms.

Jon Hardy tucked the blanket around little Joey before peering at his eldest son. Are you comfortable holding him? When Kent nodded, Jon focused on his wife, who sat in one of the small table’s wooden chairs. Jen, you alright?

I’m okay, Jennifer answered, though unnerved by the events so far. She hoped they would receive answers soon. Go sit with your team.

Maurita Silburn, sitting in the other wooden chair, patted her intended’s arm and motioned to Loki. Ray, I’m fine, but I think your brother might need your calming presence.

Raymundo Palomo looked at Loki and noted his anxious expression. Okay.

Perplexed, Lexa glanced at Dan, noting his expression was as puzzled as hers before they both joined the others around the conference table.

Taking his seat, Dan asked, What’s up?

Jon shook his head. Don’t know yet. Camden and Victor showed up at my home in TRF SUVs and said we all had to come with them. Glen and Rob arrived at Bram’s place and brought them in too.

His knee beating a rapid tattoo, Constable Dante Baldovino, known to friends as Loki, scanned his teammates. I got an all-hands page and came right in. Boss, Ray, and Maurita were here when I arrived. Gambrill, Pope, Bailey, and the other guy came next, then Jon and Bram with their families.

This can’t be good, Lexa said as Bram joined them.

Nick noted the arrival of the last two members of his team. Addressing his superior, he said, Sir, they’re all here. We can start.

Walter Gambrill turned and peered at the children in the back. Best if we relocate to conference room three before discussing the details. Delta will remain here to provide security.

Based on measures taken to ensure their loved ones’ safety, Jon surmised the threat must be credible. Though Jen and the other ladies would need to be advised of the situation, Jon hoped to give them a sanitized version to allay their fears. His eyes landed on Kent, and although his teenaged son was close to being a man, Jon also preferred not to expose him to the gritty side of life just yet, so he started for the door without comment.

Bram turned to his wife as Kellie said, Go. We’ll be okay here. They’re sleeping now.

Ray stopped to hug Maurita. I’m sorry, babe. I promi—

Don’t. Go. I’ll be fine here with Kellie and Jen. Maurita’s insecurities over Ray’s job as a constable caused her stomach to churn. For now, she determined to put on a brave face and be supportive. He needed to focus on his job and not be distracted by her worries, especially in light of whatever dragged everyone from their beds in the middle of the night.

Ray nodded and followed the others.

TRF HQ – Conference Room Three – 10:30 p.m.

Bravo lined the walls, giving the chairs to Alpha and the other men. Gambrill sat at the head of the table and said, You all know Pope and Bailey, but let me introduce Detective Byron Wescott, with the RCMP’s Toronto branch. Given the situation, we’ll dispense with further introductions and go straight to the point of why you’ve been called in and why your families are here. Walter turned to Pope. The floor is yours.

Better if the first bit comes from Bailey, Pope deferred.

All eyes shifted to the Guns and Gangs sergeant. Bailey cleared his throat and focused on Ray. "When you called me in April after those videos of Broderick and McKenna at Darby Dock circulated and the next day it came to light Mack Wilford was the one responsible, I put a tail on him.

"One of my best undercover officers, Dumas Blockader, followed Wilford to the Ale and Tale bar after his release. A lawyer from a prestigious law firm arrived before his bond hearing. Given Wilford’s confused mien, we don’t believe he footed the bill. Subsequently, Dumas discovered the man Wilford met that night was the solicitor’s real client. When we learned the identity of the mystery man, I contacted Chief Carlyle. He assigned Pope to assist with the investigation, and the RCMP sent Wescott to join the task force since this is now a federal case.

My man succeeded in befriending Wilford and, as a result, gained an introduction to Wilford’s benefactor. Fast-forwarding, things appeared to be going well, and Dumas gathered vital intel for us, which allowed us to connect significant dots. We don’t have enough to garner a warrant yet, and expected more details from Dumas since his previous communication indicated he made headway. However, as of this morning, he missed his last three check-ins.

Bailey drew a deep breath quelling his unease. "I received a disturbing call from Marymount Hospital located in Hamilton at eight this evening. Someone pulled up to the emergency entrance, opened a door, and pushed a man out before speeding away. Their security monitors captured the dumping, but we only have the sedan’s make and model with the license plate obscured.

"The man is Dumas, though, given his physical state, it would be impossible to tell by looking at him. Fortunately, we got one bit of a break. Before losing consciousness, he managed to give the staff his name, my name, and a short message. He said Alpha Team and their families are targets.

I wish I had more detail to share, but I don’t. Dumas is in critical condition, and the doctors can’t tell me if he will pull through or not, but said indicators are unfavorable. I trust my officer. If he believes a target is on your backs, then there is one. And given who we are dealing with, the threat is credible. Turning to Pope, he said, You want to take it from here?

Roman Pope scanned the members of TRF. After the chief’s rebuke last month, he reassessed his mindset. To his dismay, he concluded he allowed sour grapes to cloud his judgment of these constables—something he chose to rectify moving forward. "The man Wilford met is Mateo Acin, the youngest son of Salvador Acin, one of Mexico’s most brutal cartel leaders.

We’ve since learned of a blood tie between Acin and the Blooddrop Crew leaders. Alonzo and Diego Nores are distant cousins, and the Acin Cartel is the source of the drugs they peddled. He halted to let the material sink in.

Ray paled but remained silent, anger and fear tempering his thoughts. Everyone I treasure is at risk because of my damned past. When will this end?

A Leap of Faith

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May 29 – TRF HQ – Rooftop – 11:50 p.m.

Dan stared down at Toronto’s city lights while holding the phone to his ear and listening as his dad succinctly summarized what he told him. When General Broderick finished, Dan replied, Yes, Sir, to the query if he comprehended everything correctly.

He cringed at how sir crept back into his dialog with his father, especially when tense. Old habits truly died hard, and tonight set Dan on edge, beginning with Lexa’s unexpected appearance at his new apartment.

Softening his tone, Dan said, Dad, I’m sorry I had to call you so late and burden you with this, but as I told you, I’m the one who killed Pablo Nores. So, if they’re gunning for our families this time, any of you might be a target. And based on Wescott’s intel, the Acin Cartel is as brutal as some of the terrorist cells we took down in Afghanistan. Everyone needs to remain vigilant until we can determine a way to neutralize this threat.

Daniel, I appreciate you calling me first … thank you. I’ll spread the word to the rest of the family, and if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to contact me, regardless of the time. And promise me you’ll keep your head on a swivel.

I will. Dan raked a hand through his hair, hating to be the bearer of this type of garbage … again.

Although concerned about the situation, William leaned back in his office chair, savoring the father-son moment. Too damned few of them had happened in Danny’s thirty years, but he was relieved they were making progress. Working on changing his stoic manners, William decided not to let another opportunity go by without telling his only son what was in his heart. Danny.

Yeah? Dan scrunched his eyes at the name the general rarely used.

I love you, son. Please take care of yourself.

Dan’s heart warmed at the expressed sentiment, and his voice got a little gravelly as he said, Love ya too, Dad. I’ll call back once I have something more solid to share. Give Mom my love and tell her not to worry too much.

William snorted. Will do, but you know your mother. She believes it is her divine right to fret about you as much as she wants. Sobering, William said, Are you planning on informing Bella, or would you like me to contact her?

I’ll phone Wilson in the morning. He will protect her.

Good. I’ll give Galloway a heads up during my morning briefing. Anything else to add?

No, sir.

Alright, goodnight, Daniel.

Night, Dad. Dan hung up and shoved the cell into the pocket of his shorts. The normalcy of their conversation pleased him despite the reason he had to call. He missed out on so much because his mind warped things after Sara’s death. But much had changed since joining TRF three years ago. He found a purpose, a new family, reconnected with his blood relatives, re-established the link with his unit brothers … and best of all, found his soulmate.

The last thought cratered any pleasant feelings the call with his dad generated. Lexa was cutting him from her life again … and this time, he didn’t know if he could bear the loss. To love someone who loved you but was not ready to commit genuinely sucked.

Dan took several deep breaths, preparing himself to go back downstairs and face being in the same room with her and act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He needed to focus solely on the issue at hand to protect his TRF family from an unknown danger. The remaining Nores brothers, the oldest Alonzo, known as Machete, and Diego, aka Pitbull, were tenacious in their desire for vengeance, even from behind bars.

Though a part of Dan understood their drive, if anyone harmed his family, he would crave justice, but it wasn’t apples to apples. Pablo Nores died while committing a crime—nearly killing Lexa—Two-shots was no innocent victim.

Dan felt not an ounce of remorse for neutralizing Two-shots after the gang member shot Lexa during the raid of the Blooddrop Crew’s hangout. Pablo, Diego, Alonzo, and their BDC cohorts were behind multiple attempts to kill or harm members of Alpha Team in the past few years.

Besides shooting Lexa, they assaulted Ray, rigged Ray’s car with explosives, almost injected Loki with a lethal dose of heroin, and switched his medication. Renata Nores, Diego’s wife, now sat in prison for her part in swapping his med, which caused him to hallucinate and end up on Jon’s roof fighting off imaginary rabid raccoons with a broomstick rifle.

Dan couldn’t help the grin that formed. Though not funny at the time, with a bit of distance and the fact no one was seriously hurt in his little escapade, it became a humorous footnote in his weird life. He lived through things that should’ve killed him … many times over. At this point, he almost believed Brody might be correct, and he had an overworked guardian angel.

Recognizing his thoughts were scattered, jumping from item to item, Dan drew in one more lungful of cool spring air, held it for a count of four, then exhaled slowly to recenter himself. He checked the time and realized he had about another half hour before rejoining the group in the main conference room.

After the initial briefing with Gambrill and the others, the team separated to privately inform their families of the trouble facing them. They would reconvene at twelve-thirty, and Gambrill should have details for them on the security precautions that would be put into play.

With his task of alerting his family completed, Dan debated whether to stay up here or talk Rob, Delta’s sniper who started his tenure with TRF covering for him, into doing a Timmy’s run. Dan figured everyone would appreciate drinkable coffee … since TRF’s tasted like boiled boots.

Decision made; Dan strode for the stairs; caffeine was necessary to clear his mind for the coming strategy session.

TRF HQ – Hall Near Women’s Locker Room – 11:58 p.m.

Lexa paced the hall, her sundress swishing and sandals slapping the tile floor with each step. She didn’t have any family to call like the others. She doubted the Nores brothers would bother to find out where her family lived. And if they went through the trouble of unearthing that detail, it would be highly likely they would discover they didn’t give a damn about her. She hadn’t spoken to any of them since the day six years ago when her father turned his back on her and left her heart shattered on the ground like garbage.

Her eyes stayed on the stairwell door, aware Dan went to his favorite place to make his call. She wanted to go up there and make her sentiments clear but didn’t want to interrupt his important conversation. Dan just reconnected with his parents, and he would be devastated if anything happened to them.

The door finally opening caught her by surprise, and her eyes met Dan’s. She spotted the flash of anger, followed by hurt … things she was certain she put there and not his dad. Particularly when his entire body went rigid, and he shifted his gaze away as he tried to stride past her … like she didn’t exist.

Dan. Lexa reached out and grabbed his arm.

Halting but striving not to jerk from her hold as their energies co-mingled and sizzled like bacon in a hot pan, Dan said, What?

We have to talk.

I heard you twice the first time.

Huh?

We’ve been down this road before. I’ll go back to being just a teammate, a co-worker if that’s what you want … if friendship with me is too hard for you. Dan’s heart broke as he said those cold words.

Lightning flashed in the golden flecks of Lexa’s hazel eyes, and though petite, only five-foot-two with delicate features, Alexandra Isobel McKenna seized Dan’s forearm with all her might and pulled him into the empty women’s locker room before the clueless, frustrating, and shocked man she loved could react.

TRF HQ –Women’s Locker Room – 11:59 p.m.

As the door closed behind her, she pushed him back into the room with one hard shove after another. Once his body met with the metal lockers, she jabbed a finger in his chest, wishing she was taller and could be at eye level with him. However, she was nine inches shorter and had to tilt her head back quite a bit to pin him with her gaze. Listen up, Broderick. And listen well.

Sapphire eyes widened with incredulity. Unsure what the hell was going on, Dan only nodded. He’d never seen Lexa this unhinged, and he couldn’t figure out what he said to cause this reaction … he had only verbalized his agreement to what she wanted.

The governor on her emotions stressed to a breaking point, Lexa didn’t hold back. We can’t be friends because what I feel for you is— words failed her, but she knew exactly how to communicate with Dan.

Reaching up, she looped her hands behind his neck and pulled him to her. Her lips ignited the banked fire when she pressed them to Dan’s.

In short order, it roared into a firestorm as their tongues battled. Dan lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, her sandals falling off as she held on with everything she possessed … never wanting to let go.

They needed no words. Their bodies did the talking, well-versed in the give and take of this conversation. With wild abandon, being led by their hearts, not their minds, clothing began being shifted and removed.

Lexa managed to pull Dan’s t-shirt over his head, hating the fraction of a second their lips parted.

The narrow straps of her sundress were pushed off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts—she had carefully chosen this dress and her undergarments, or lack thereof, for her visit to Dan’s apartment. The skimpy thong, red like the first time they had sex, came off with the tearing of the lacy fabric as hunger whipped them into an impassioned frenzy. Next to fall to the floor around Dan’s ankles were his basketball shorts and boxers.

Turning, Dan held Lexa against the lockers as one hand sought the nub at her apex, finding her hot and wet … ready. Hard and stiff, he didn’t think; he only acted, driving in with one swift movement. She moaned into his mouth, and he ground deeper until he was embedded in her to the hilt. Hot, hard, fast, an act of passion, lust, need, desire, and the yearning of two souls drove both quickly to the summit and a mutual release as their lips never parted.

When his breaths no longer came in gasps, Dan said, So, not friends …

Lexa smiled. Nope, not friends … lovers.

She kissed his nose as her arms rested on his broad shoulders, her legs still wrapped securely around him, and he still insider her … right where she wanted him for so long.

Sanity returning, Dan realized they were at HQ in the women’s locker room. Oh, crap, what if someone walks in … we—

Placing her finger over Dan’s mouth, she silenced him. Neither Justine nor Kinsey are working … no one else will come in. She leaned in and kissed him softly, as she’d dreamed of doing ever since the kiss at Wanderlust Lodge.

Still. Dan couldn’t resist melding his lips with hers, wanting to maintain the physical connection, though fearing they’d be found in a compromising position.

With a sigh, Lexa realized Dan was right. Boss had been known to visit her in here from time to time, but he typically knocked and waited to be called in whenever he did make a foray into the women’s zone.

So, reluctantly, she unhooked her ankles, releasing him, and began to slide down, regretting when their bodies separated. After pulling the straps of her sundress up to cover her breasts, she crouched and grabbed his boxers and shorts to hike them up for him. She stopped to linger on his manhood, pleased when he started to harden again at her touch.

Dan moaned as her fingers encircled him and moved up and down. Thoroughly enjoying the sensation and still not wholly in control … it wouldn’t take much for him to ravage Lexa again … being in HQ, and the consequences of being discovered in flagrante delicto be damned. Um, unless you want a repeat performance, you better stop that.

Interlacing her fingers with his, Lexa led him over to one of the benches and sat. Their hands remained linked as their gazes locked, soaking up just being near one another … words again not necessary.

Lexa broke the silence, taking a leap of faith. I’m done running. I refuse to allow old wounds to continue denying me my deepest yearning. Your soul touches mine. Although I don’t know how we are going to make this work, I vow to you I will do whatever is necessary … even leave TRF.

Finding words she wished she had used at Dan’s apartment, her other hand rose to Dan’s cheek, and she caressed him. I choose you … I always will. Nothing and no one is more important to me than you. My heart beats only for you. You are my sun and my stars. Whether we have six hours or sixty years left on this earth, I will treasure every single moment with you.

Her words settling in his heart like a favorite warm fuzzy blanket, Dan flashed a WOW smile, then quipped, What if we have more than sixty?

Lexa laughed and punched his bicep lightly. Well, whatever time we have left … my feelings will not change.

Dan’s hand raised and mimicked her previous motion, tenderly stroking her cheek. Sexy Lexie, I’ve loved you from the moment you set Sven on his ass, then sauntered over and took a bite of my burger. If anyone moves teams, it will be me. I want you with guys I trust to protect you.

He winced when her eyes flashed with her independent streak. Lexa, you’re the most capable and best constable I know, and me wanting you protected isn’t a knock on your skills. It is who I am and what I’m compelled to do for those I care about. I do the same for Bram, Loki, Jon, Nick, and Ray. I’ve lost too many friends … and losing Brody nearly killed me. But if I lost you, I don’t think I’d survive. So, for me, my peace of mind, you’ll stay with Alpha.

A relationship is a two-way street, so what about mine? Lexa asked.

Huh?

Lexa sighed. Well, Wile E. Coyote, you tend to draw the short straw often, and you need the guys of Alpha protecting you too.

I’m a big boy.

Never said you weren’t. My point is as valid as yours … and it isn’t, to paraphrase your words, an insult to your abilities. I’m as driven to protect those I love as you are … part of the reason I became a cop.

Dan nodded. So, we need to work some things out.

Yeah, and although I don’t want to keep secrets—

Now isn’t the time to spring this on the team.

Lexa nodded. Exactly.

So … how …

Go on pretending we’re only friends … though I hafta tell you, Boss knows there is more between us.

How? Dan gripped her hand a little harder.

You have to ask? The man is a human lie detector who can read minds … and hearts.

No, I was asking how you know he knows.

"Oh. Well, he spoke to me about it in April when we went to your place to grab stuff for you after you saved the little boy at Darby Dock. I think my reaction to Holmes had something to do with his insight.

"The gist of what he told me, though, leads me to believe he might support both of us staying on Alpha team. Basically, he said, the non-fraternization rule is unfair. Our love isn’t really any different from the love shared by other members of our team … brotherly, sisterly, fatherly, etcetera, but that doesn’t prevent Jon and Bram, Ray and Loki, Loki and Boss, or Boss and me from being on the same team.

He only asked that we keep things platonic while he figures out how to make things work.

Well, we didn’t, and I don’t think I can … I’m a moth to your flame.

Not even for me? Lexa batted her eyes at him.

Dan sighed. For you … anything.

Good. Oh, one more thing … you can’t say anything to Boss about this conversation. He didn’t want me to tell you until he found a workable solution.

More secrets … that didn’t work out so well last time. Jon won’t be pleased. Dan dropped his gaze to their linked hands. He hated lies and sucked at lying. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he said, Okay. I won’t boldly announce my love for you, and we can keep this on the down-low … or refrain completely … but only until we get a handle on this threat. Then you and I are going to talk with Nick and ask for his help in finding a solution.

Agreed. As Lexa leaned in to kiss him again, a spot of red drew her attention. Her underwear lay on the floor, unwearable. She glanced at the digital clock on the wall and noted it was twelve-twenty.

As much as I’d like to spend the next ten minutes kissing you, I need to take a quick shower and change into something else. Lexa started to rise and noticed the bulge in Dan’s pants. Looks like you need a cold shower too.

Dan chuckled. What I need is you … but yeah, I guess it’s gotta be cold water for a while longer. I only hope no one is in the hall when I slip out.

Wanna know a secret?

What?

Lexa grabbed his hand and led him to the back of the women’s shower area to a door with a single-cylinder deadbolt.

A wicked gleam flickered as Lexa said, This connects the two locker rooms.

Dan’s eyes widened. He recalled the door at the end of the men’s shower stalls with a keyed deadbolt. Although curious about the portal in his first months at TRF, when still hypervigilant about his surroundings, Dan dismissed the idea of picking the lock after concluding it must be a janitor’s closet.

He chuckled. So, the ladies can simply twist a knob to peek in on us at any time, but we require a key to take a gander at you.

We have more restraint. Lexa unlocked the door and gently pushed Dan towards it. Now go. No one will see you.

Dan leaned down and captured her lips once more in a soft and tender kiss, and when he pulled back, he gave her a lopsided grin. You’re wrong about one thing.

What?

We can be teammates … friends … lovers … and soulmates.

The fire in the hearth of Lexa’s heart warmed her entire stone fortress, which Dan was slowly remodeling into a cozy home.

An Interesting Night

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May 30 – TRF HQ – Briefing Room – 12:35 a.m.

Nick noted Dan’s slightly late entry and change of clothing, now dressed in his TRF pants, boots, and a black t-shirt instead of the basketball shorts, flip-flops, and the red t-shirt he wore earlier. Lexa also shed her sundress and donned her uniform minus the button-down top shirt.

Given the circumstances, he respected their foresight in preparing themselves for whatever might come in the next few hours—both constables always consummate professionals. And although a little tardy, Dan made it here before Gambrill, so he didn’t comment on his arrival. Instead, he asked, Were you able to reach your father?

Dan nodded as he took his usual seat, noting the women and kids were no longer in this room, and surmised the cots Peter arranged for them had been set up in another conference room so they could use this one. Yes. He’s going to alert the rest of my family in the morning. Everyone will take the necessary precautions.

Scott should be the first one notified, Loki piped in. And when Inspector Pope eyed him with curiosity, Loki said, He’s Dan’s identical twin.

Twin? Pope asked, surprised since he knew Broderick was an only son.

Yeah, it’s uncanny. Telling Dan and his cousin apart from a distance is really hard. Up close too if you don’t know them well.

Though he wished to ask how cousins could be twins, the inspector figured it was not relevant and decided not to pry.

To divert an extended discussion of his family and to distract him from thoughts of his recent unexpected yet exciting dalliance with Lexa, Dan focused on Nick and asked, What about you? Did Christiana answer?

Yes. She’s nervous as is to be expected and plans to keep Kris home from school tomorrow.

We’re keeping the boys out of school too, Jon said and then peered at Bram. What about your girls?

Yes, Kellie believes that is the best option. Although Leslie and Emilie won’t be too happy about not going since they love school, Allie will be thrilled to have playmates besides Sharlie for the day.

Ray, what about your parents? Bram asked.

Dad’s taking the day off from work. Maurita’s mother is still a guest there, so all three will stay put while we figure this out. Though Mrs. Silburn isn’t pleased about canceling the wedding shopping plans for tomorrow.

Not earning brownie points with the future mother-in-law, Jon quipped, aware he would be in the same boat with Jen’s mother once he informed her what was going on. Particularly after Holmes’ abduction attempt of Dan turned their home into a crime scene complete with a dead body earlier this month.

 No, not really. Ray snorted. She thinks we should leave for Jamaica now instead of waiting until July. She doesn’t understand the threat will follow me there, and I’m not about to tell her that … we need to cut off the head of the snake now … anything less, and they’ll continue coming after us.

Loki’s knee bounced, his anxiety escalating. "Yeah. I wish Ma and Gina weren’t so far away in Montreal, but Enrico assured me he would keep everybody safe. He’s got a friend who works for the police and planned to ring him in the morning. Sonia is the one I’m most worried about.

She’s all alone in Vancouver and refused to miss class tomorrow. She has to give a presentation that’s worth fifty percent of her grade. I told her to call her professor and explain the situation, and she only scoffed at the idea. Sonia doesn’t believe they’d go after her on the other side of the country. She’s naïve.

This whole thing dredged up Loki’s bad memories of dealing with Narciso Ricigliano, his ex-and-now-dead stepfather, and Narciso’s connection with the Cignotti crime family. His eyes met Nick’s. With the backing of the Acin Cartel, Machete and Pitbull are now as much a threat as the Cignotti’s were.

Bram laid a supportive hand on Loki’s shoulder, wishing words would reduce Loki’s apprehension, but they would be ineffective platitudes. Ray was right; nothing short of eliminating the Nores brothers would ever allow them to be free of retribution.

And even if they succeeded, they might become targets of a brutal drug cartel. This was looking more and more like a no-win situation which scared the hell out of Bram—worried about his beautiful wife and innocent girls.

As the room settled into silence, Nick turned his attention to the only person who didn’t possess close family ties. It still broke his heart that her father and brothers callously rejected her and turned their back on Lexa all because she followed her dream to become a constable.

Gently, Nick asked, Lexa, did you call home?

No point, Lexa responded in a clipped tone as she crossed her arms, a signal to all who knew her not to pursue the subject further.

Dan wished Lexa would tell him about her family, but it was a touchy subject for her so he never pressed or probed for details. To ensure no one pushed her now, he addressed Detective Wescott. Everything we know about BDC makes me wonder why they dumped Dumas at the ER. It isn’t their style, especially if they found out Dumas is a cop.

Expecting Wescott to reply, Dan turned to Ray when his teammate spoke.

I gave that quite a bit of thought. And Dan, you’re mostly right. But when we raided their hangout, we essentially destroyed their gang. All the hardcore members ended up in prison. I think the task of dumping Dumas fell to younger recruits who haven’t hardened yet … fits the way they convert teens to a life of crime. Don’t know if that bodes well for us, but it might … with a little pressure, someone might be persuaded to divulge the gang’s plans.

Gambrill strode in and to the front as he said, Apologies for the delay. Took a little convincing, but I got agreements from the Montreal, Vancouver, and Ottawa police departments to provide security details for your families. They are being dispatched as we speak.

Loki grinned. Thanks, Commander.

Lexa squeezed her arms tighter around herself, glad she had changed her next of kin to Nick before computerized records became the norm and the paper version now gathered dust in a storage facility. When she accepted the job at TRF, she initially listed her father—granted a stupid, wishful thought.

However, after he and her brothers shunned her, Lexa caved and asked Nick if he would be her emergency contact, and he agreed without demanding an explanation. Later, following her first lethal shot, she did confide in him that her family disowned her.

But tonight, she had to admit, although their betrayal fragmented her heart, deep down, she still loved them and wanted them protected even though they would blame her for the disruption in their lives. Perhaps when they took a break, she would talk to Boss about whether she should include them in the list of people the BDC might go after.

Walter peered at Alpha’s techie, noting his relief. You’re welcome. Security details and safe houses are also being arranged for your immediate families who live in Toronto.

Jon pipped up, Sir, I discussed this with my wife, and she would be more comfortable in our home. After the Holmes incident, we upgraded our security system … it is state-of-the-art. Though extra patrols or a detail outside the house would be appreciated when I’m not home.

Kellie is of the same mindset. She doesn’t want our girls scared to death, and taking them to a strange place would make this all too real for them. Loki did an amazing job on our alarm systems. The only people that don’t have one are Dan and Ray.

They can stay with me, Lexa suggested. I have two guest rooms.

Or with me … I got one room, Loki said as he peered at Ray and grinned. He would love to spend extra time with Ray before he left for Jamacia.

My home is open too, Bram offered. Kellie and Maurita can keep one another company unless Maurita would prefer to remain with her mother at your parent’s home, Bram said with his gaze on Ray.

Dano, I know my spare room probably isn’t your first choice, but you’re welcome at my place if you want.

Commander, hate to interrupt, but, Sergeant Archibald Foster said as he stood at the entry.

Walter turned to Foxtrot’s sergeant, whom he enlisted to assist in determining available safe houses. Sorry, but I think I had you on a wild goose chase. Alpha will be staying in their homes.

Foster smiled. Excellent, cause the only ones available are fleabag motels, not fit for little kids. He started to turn but halted. Sir, the guys of Foxtrot are all willing to take turns on protection detail on our off days. Just tell us when and where, and we’ll be there.

Appreciate the offer. Once we develop a schedule, I’ll let you know. Gambrill turned back to address Bailey. I’d like you to provide the footage from the hospital camera to Loki. He might be able to detect something your team overlooked.

Sure, but I had my best information officer working on it. If Lycett didn’t find anything useful, I doubt Baldovino will.

Ray chuckled as he remembered Taylor. I won’t deny she’s quick and smart, but Loki here is magic.

Bailey turned to Palomo. That’s right. You worked with her when you did a stint with my department.

Lycett … is her first name Taylor? Jon asked, recalling a promising TRF reserve officer who, on paper, might make a decent replacement for Ray when he left—not that he wanted to fill Ray’s place prematurely, but Jon didn’t want his team shorthanded for long and had begun reviewing the applications of the current cadre of officers partaking in TRF training.

Yes, Bailey answered as he pulled out his phone. I’ll have her send the files now.

Is it wise to have Alpha as part of the investigation? They are the targets, after all, Detective Wescott said.

Pride shone in Walter’s bearing as he said, Yes. They are TRF’s best team, and they have a vested interest in ensuring every rock is overturned so we can put the BDC down once and for all and perhaps make a dent in the Mexican drug trade too.

Though Wescott thought it ill-advised, he only nodded.

TRF HQ – Dispatch Desk – 5:00 a.m.

Tia Walsh stopped at the desk and smiled at the night shift dispatcher as she set her lunch box and travel mug on the counter. How was the night, Peter?

Slow, but interesting. Peter stood and stretched.

How so? Tia sipped her green tea, wishing for coffee, but trying to cut back a little on the caffeine.

After glancing around, he elaborated, Alpha team got here about ten-thirty last night. Apparently, they’re targets of the Nores brothers again.

They’re in prison. Tia shivered, recalling how they almost lost Lexa when she got shot by Pablo Nores.

Yeah, but it turns out they’ve got a blood connection with some nasty cartel from Mexico … and one of the head honchos is in Canada, and he was associating with Wilford.

Mack Wilford? her tone contained disdain for the man who allowed Lexa to be hurt by a subject, lied about it, and also accosted her at the bus stop when he wouldn’t take no for an answer that she didn’t want to go on a date with him.

The very same. An undercover officer who was tailing Wilford is in critical condition, but he managed to alert Sergeant Bailey that they are targeting Alpha and their families. Peter arched his back to alleviate sore muscles as Tia gaped at him. As I said, interesting.

Oh, and Bram and Jon, along with their wives and kids, are bedded down in conference room four. Pastore, Dan, Lexa, Ray, and his fiancée are in room five, taking a nap. Loki’s still in the main room working with a G and G officer. She is also rather interesting.

How so?

Go see for yourself. Peter pointed to the room, wearing a grin.

Tia moved to the entrance to take a gander since Peter was not forthcoming with any details. Upon spying the woman beside Loki, she understood. Never in a million years would Tia ever suspect the person sitting there to be a cop.

The woman wore a silver nose ring and multiple loop and stud earrings around each lobe. Long raven hair sported thick, bold stripes of hot pink, purple, and royal blue, and her makeup consisted of heavy black eyeshadow and blood-red lipstick. A full sleeve tattoo, appearing like some tribal markings on one arm, completed the professional contradiction of a constable.

In no way did the goth portrait match the bright laughter the officer emitted at something Loki said, and interesting didn’t begin to describe her.

Catching movement in his periphery, Loki turned and smiled upon finding Tia standing there. Morning, Tia.

Morning, Loki. I hear you had an interesting night.

Yeah.

Do you need anything before I start my shift?

No, I’m good. Remembering his manners, he turned back to Taylor. What about you?

Yawning, Taylor shook her head. I’m fine.

Loki’s phone began ringing, and he said, Great, he’s getting back to us. He pressed the green button and said, Howie, did you find what we needed already?

As Loki spoke with the CSIS contact, Taylor rose and intended to refill her coffee. Approaching the other woman, she said, Hi, I’m Taylor Lycett. I work with Guns and Gangs.

Tia Walsh, TRF dispatcher.

Nice to meet you. I sure hope Loki gets the details we need. He’s an interesting guy … hands down the most techie tech guy I’ve ever met. Puts my skills to shame, and I thought I was damned good.

The genuine smile grew as Tia thought about Loki’s talents. He’s one of a kind for sure.

I’m grabbing more coffee. Can I pour you a cup too? Taylor offered.

Thanks, but no, I brought tea with me.

Taylor shuddered. I can’t operate without coffee.

Just like everyone around here … I think it’s a pre-requisite to be in TRF.

The light laugh came from Taylor again, and she said, Then I just might be TRF material after all—I’m addicted to the stuff. God, I would love to transfer. I’m so sick of having to dress the part of my cover and interacting with lowlifes every darned day. Wears on a person after a while.

How long have you been in G and G?

Too long … about five years, moved there after three years on patrol.

Tia realized Taylor was older than she would’ve pegged; she had to be in her late twenties to early thirties. Well, if you will excuse me, I need to do shift changeover with Peter.

By all means. Taylor sauntered out, heading for the breakroom, hoping to find more hot coffee.

Tia pivoted and went back to the desk. I see what you mean.

Peter chuckled, then sat down and proceeded to bring Tia up to speed with details from the night shift calls.

TRF HQ – Conference Room Five – 5:30 a.m.

Dan couldn’t sleep but continued to lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. His mind wouldn’t shut off, switching between the euphoria of Lexa being ready to commit and the dread brought on by the Nores threat. His life was never straightforward or easy—fate always found a way to screw him.

Unable to stop himself, he rolled his head to the left and stared at Sexy Lexie, who appeared to be sleeping soundly. Admonishing himself for his carnal thoughts of her while in a room with Boss and Ray, Dan blew out a ragged breath. If this was going to work, he must control his desires and demonstrate to Boss they would operate professionally while on the job—regardless of what they did in their off time.

He conceded their passionate coupling in the locker room was spontaneous and unstoppable but could never, ever occur at HQ again. They couldn’t afford any public displays of affection. Friendship, yes. Concern for a teammate, yes. Hugs, maybe if brief and situationally appropriate as a friend or co-worker. Longing gazes into her amazing golden flecked hazel eyes, sadly, no. Kissing, definite no. Sex, absolutely not.

A soft smile grew as he replayed her words. I choose you. I always will. Patience had been the correct path … and he would continue to walk slowly down it while they figured out how to make this all work for the long term.

Turning his gaze to the right, he glanced at Boss. Learning he was not blind to what lie between him and Lexa … the undercurrent of attraction and the deeper thread of soulmates boded well for a solution, even if it took some time to develop.

With beauty in his sights, Dan would settle in and wait as if in a sniper perch for as long as necessary. He didn’t need to rush things. The trigger on their full relationship would be pulled when everything aligned. For now, he found bliss in the moment and to just being near Lexa, knowing she loved him and wanted him as much as he wanted her.

His mind shifting back to the BDC and the Acin cartel connection, Dan’s smile faded. Evil truly existed in this world. He had ample experience in that regard, and he didn’t take this threat to his chosen family lightly.

Part of him wished to call in the Guardians again to watch their backs, but he assumed the units were running thin since he barely heard from Blaze and Winds as of late and hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mason since Plouffe’s court-martial and rarely exchanged texts with him.

No, this was up to TRF to solve and to cover each other. Dan’s grin returned as he thought about Lexa’s offer to stay at her place. It had come out so naturally and included Ray, so no one questioned her motives. Ray would likely accept Loki’s offer instead of Bram’s, though Maurita might visit the De Haven’s during the day if she didn’t want to hang out with Mr. and Mrs. Palomo.

So that left Dan with a choice of Jon’s or Lexa’s homes. If he selected Lexa, he could claim it would be safer if no one stayed alone. The only problem would be Boss. His well-attuned radar might go on alert and crater their plans of staying on the same team. His conundrum still unsolved when the door flew open, Dan bolted upright and took an offensive posture, wishing he had his gun.

Loki cringed when he spotted Dan, realizing his error in storming into the room—if not for Dan’s restraint, Loki would now be flat on his ass and out cold. Sorry, in my excitement, I well, I didn’t think.

What do you have? Nick said as he stood, having been awakened like the others with the slamming of the door.

Man, you know better, Loki. Dan could’ve killed you, Ray grumbled as he helped Maurita to rise and then sit in a chair.

Lexa’s heart beating rapidly, the noise startling her out of a nightmare of when Pablo shot her on the roof; she sat on the ground with her back to the wall and peered up at Loki.

His bloodshot, tired eyes glinted with eagerness as Loki said, Come into the main room. Bransworth came through for me and found something we can use to arrest Acin now. He turned and trotted away to wake up Jon and Bram, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake of loudly barging in … he didn’t want to scare little Joey and Bram’s girls.

Waiting Game

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TRF HQ – Briefing Room – 6:30 a.m.

Walter set the large bag of breakfast sandwiches and box of donuts he picked up on his way to HQ on the table. He viewed his best team, noting they all appeared drained, as expected after their night. When no one reached for the food, he said, Don’t be shy, dig in. You all need something in your stomachs before the warrant comes in.

As most reacted, Walter noted Loki remained slumped in his chair and realized he hadn’t slept at all. Baldovino, you should go take a rest.

I’m fine, Sir. Loki sat up straighter, trying to appear more awake, but his efforts only exhibited his exhaustion more fully as he rubbed his grainy eyes.

I am certain you are. Walter held back the smirk, aware of what fine meant to this team since they all adopted his godson’s definition. However, if you want to participate in arresting Mr. Acin, I must insist you sleep for an hour or so. It will take at least two hours if not more for the magistrate to approve the extradition and prepared the necessary documents.

Nick agreed and said, Go, Loki. You’ve earned a nap.

Nodding, Loki grabbed a lemon-filled donut as he rose. Okay, but wake me when it comes in. I wanna be there to see his face when we arrest him.

I promise we won’t go without you, Jon said, still in awe of how Loki’s mind sometimes worked and his out-of-the-box thinking that put them on the fast path to resolving this threat.

As Loki shuffled out, Jon turned his attention to Gambrill. Sir, once Acin is in custody, who will be transporting him to Texas?

Since both Bailey and Wescott were absent from the building, having gone home to refresh after last night, Walter spoke candidly to his officers. The decision is still up in the air. Detective Wescott wants RCMP to have the honors, but Bailey thinks it should be a Toronto contingent since we discovered Acin’s presence and a method to apprehend him. That’s a turf war I’m not about to play in. But, as soon as I’m informed, I’ll pass the word to you.

Okay. Jon understood Gambrill’s reluctance to engage in political maneuvering. He truly didn’t care who escorted Acin out of the country; he only wanted him gone.

Jon then reached for another donut, and his hand touched one side of the last chocolate-covered long john at the same time as Dan’s landed on the other side. Their eyes locked in a friendly battle of wills, both grinning and neither willing to release the tasty treat. Nick, Bram, and Ray chuckled at their antics, but Lexa swooped in, snatching the chocolaty confection for herself.

Smugly she bit into it, making soft noises of enjoyment as both men stared at her with wide eyes and slack jaws. After swallowing, she said, What? There’s more of your favs than mine … grab a cherry-filled or maple-covered one. Lexa took another bite and smiled at them with chocolate-smudged lips.

Walter shook his head as a grin formed. The retreat to Wanderlust Lodge was beneficial for Alpha Team. They maintained an even keel despite navigating dangerous waters. Satisfied he made the right call, allowing Nick’s team to be the ones to serve the warrant, he pivoted, ready to go to his office to wait for the paperwork to be delivered.

Ale & Tale – 10:45 a.m.

Mateo Acin picked up a salty fried potato and dipped it in vinegar, the only thing he enjoyed during his sojourn in Toronto. He couldn’t wait to return home victorious and prove his worth to his demanding father. After the debacle in Texas, Mateo believed he would never be granted another opportunity to demonstrate his abilities.

For months, his father treated him as an errant child, and he suffered disparaging remarks from his brothers and others in the cartel. All due to an unexpected complication that resulted in him being identified as the shooter in a sanctioned hit on a rival cartel’s leader.

It could’ve happened to anyone, but since he was the youngest son and unproven, it garnered him nothing but shit from his family and insolence from those below him. He was sick of the contempt thrown his way, but avenging Pablo’s death by killing the people responsible would go a long way in restoring his reputation within the ranks and gaining his father’s respect.

And although the locale didn’t appeal to him, the weather too damned cold, with Machete and Pitbull unlikely to be released from prison for at least a decade, he might be granted this profitable territory to run. If that materialized, his first order of business would be to recruit more hardcore members, the ones from the streets were too young and inexperienced. Second, he would increase the BDC’s market share in Canada by branching out beyond Toronto … many cities would be prime grounds to establish a foothold.

Mateo popped another fry into his mouth, and his eyes moved to the door when it opened. As Wilford entered the bar, Mateo recognized that before any potential future would become a reality, the detritus must be eradicated to complete this task successfully. This time he must eliminate all traces of his involvement. Forcing a grin, he waved, maintaining his friendly façade when Wilford approached.

As a means to an end, the ex-TRF officer served his purpose, but his stupidity knew no bounds. Mateo could’ve saved himself unnecessary trouble and extra clean-up if he only trusted his instincts and burned Wilford after the Darby Dock incident instead of bailing him out.

Posting the video and claiming a love triangle existed between Broderick, McKenna, and a pregnant woman was amateurish and derailed Mateo’s initial plans for vengeance when Alpha Team’s presence waned for several weeks.

Mateo was now sure the damned video was the reason Walker befriended Wilford. When Mack introduced the guy as a former army sniper with a hatred of police because they killed his brother in a raid, Mateo should’ve paid more attention to the sensation of a rope tightening around his neck. Something about Walker didn’t ring true, but with limited resources in this country and BDC’s remnants all piss-poor shots, he regrettably went with Walker.

Fortuitously, a chance meeting put his two assassins, Walker, his shooter, and Darrell Evans, his bombmaker, in the same place. Recognition flashed on both miens, and despite Dumas’ attempt to mask his, the die had been cast. Fear of both the constable and Mateo drove Evan’s response. Ratting out Walker, the squirrelly addict revealed his true identity as Dumas Blockader … an undercover officer who worked with Guns and Gangs.

Getting his hands dirty again as he had in Texas, Mateo handled the interrogation personally. Once satisfied that he beat the truth out of the intrusive pig, Mateo left the disposal of the body to BDC underlings who showed promise, if properly groomed, as they rebuilt this arm of their distribution line. However, on the improbable chance Blockader lied, Mateo decided to add elements to his campaign to eliminate Broderick, Palomo, and their teammates.

The new pieces would silence both Wilford and Evans and deal an additional killing blow that would leave TRF in disarray for months, giving them time to reestablish their hold on the drug trade here. Salvador wouldn’t have any cause to be irritated with him again for leaving loose ends.

He took a page out of his father’s playbook and chose to hire a professional. While not cheap, Diaz was well worth the cost. Using a merc-for-hire would allow Mateo to view the fruition of his endeavors from the safety of his home in Mexico City while Ruben Diaz did the deeds here. Nothing happening in Toronto would be linked back to him—this wouldn’t be another Texas. His contemplations ended as Wilford slid into the booth.

Relieved to find his compadre -in-arms here, Mack grinned. With his revenge so close to being meted out, he became antsy and wanted Mateo’s reassurance all would go to plan. Where have you been the past week?

Maintaining his initial ruse with Wilford, Mateo said, My bitch of a boss made me do all the grunt work.

Women should never be in a position of power. Mack flagged down the busty waitress. Bring me the chicken basket and a beer. After dismissing her, Mack noticed Mateo’s abraded knuckles. What happened to your hand?

Acin smiled and lied easily, Taught her a lesson in respect.

Really? When Acin nodded, Mack chuckled as he peered around the bar, searching the tables. Wonder where Walker is? He said he’d be here today. I hope he doesn’t chicken out on me.

Nonchalantly, Mateo replied, He got cold feet. I replaced him.

Mack glanced at the bruised knuckles again. You didn’t beat a woman, did you … it was Walker.

Nothing gets past you. Yes, the guy tried to take my money and run without doing the job. Don’t worry. The replacement guarantees results. You’ll have your vengeance soon.

So, where’s Walker?

Don’t concern yourself with that detail. I’ve got it covered, and it will never blow back on you.

Evil had taken root in Mack’s soul and bloomed to a point where any virtue previously residing there was now consumed by hatred. He deduced Mateo likely killed Walker, but he didn’t give one damned fuck. Mack’s eyes gleamed with anticipated payback. Who is this replacement, and is he any good?

"You don’t need to know his name. He’ll be on the rooftop with you at the appointed