Chapter 7

“The radar comes in handy,” Ellis said.

“Clearly. If it pings on Bryn and he resisted Lucian, then I believe in it even more than I did yesterday.”

On the monitor, Bryn took off his hearing protection and began to pack.

“You need anything for the Rainbow Center?” Ellis asked.

“No, I think we’re good. See you there?”

“Sure.”

“Seven.”

“Got it.”

“Make him talk, sweetie.”

“Gonna try, Miss J.”

“Loves.” Miss J hung up, and Ellis shoved the phone in his pocket just as Bryn came into the main room. He tossed his targets full of nicely clustered holes into the recycle bin the range kept for them. Bryn never bothered letting Ellis see the targets. Again, he wasn’t there for bragging rights. He knew he was good at shooting. He didn’t need Ellis to confirm it.