Chapter 30

“Exactly.”

After refilling his mug, Jarrett held the pot aloft. “Anyone else want any?”

“No thanks,” Yager said.

Eli stood. “I will.”

Standing next to Jarrett at the counter gave him a good whiff of his clean skin, devoid of the cologne that normally drove Eli to distraction. He held his tongue as Jarrett poured the coffee, though he drank in every detail he could. It was enough to be next to him, and not have Jarrett pull away.

Jarrett’s lashes were ducked as he returned the pot to the machine. “Yager’s not as bad as he looks,” he murmured. “Baptiste being involved shook him up.”

Eli glanced over at the table. Yager sorted through the file, setting aside the occasional page. He didn’t seem to have heard what Jarrett had said.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked, changing the subject.

A single shoulder shrug. “I’ll live.” Jarrett led the way back to their seats. “You never told us how Fong was killed, Agent Yager.”