Wolfe caught his breath. The entire board from his home office had been moved and mounted to the wall in place of the other board. The picture of Gary Rockcliff stared right at him. His blood chilled. “What the hell?” he breathed.

* * *

“Oh,” Dana murmured, noting her additions to the board. Wolfe turned toward her, and she held up a hand. “I’m sorry, but I’d do it again to keep you safe,” she said quickly. She fidgeted as the tension cascaded off Wolfe as if he were a countdown timer about to explode.

“You directed them to my office?” he gritted out.

She nodded, unable to swallow over the lump in her throat.

Several of the people in the room watched him warily, but Angus Force looked downright pissed off.

“You broke into my house,” Wolfe said slowly, his chin lowering.

“You gave us all keys,” Angus shot back, the muscles in his arms bunching. For the showdown, he’d worn a black T-shirt with dark cargo pants and had a knife sheath strapped to his thigh.

“I didn’t think you’d go through my office.” Wolfe’s chest widened.

Nari leaned forward. “You two look like a couple of silverback gorillas about to fight for dominance. Stop metaphorically beating your chests.”

Wolfe’s nostrils flared. “I don’t want dominance. I just want to be left alone to do what needs to be done.”

Brigid sipped her latte. “This is an intervention, Wolfe.”

His head whipped toward her. “Intervention? I’m the last guy here who needs that. Start with Force.”

“He’s next,” Brigid said easily, her accent lilting around the room. “You’re now. You’re an excellent strategic planner, and you know, intellectually, that a team is better than a lone wolf. For lack of a better term.” Her smile was sweet and unrelenting at the same time.

Wolfe started to get up.

Angus leaned forward, his eyes a glittering river-bottom green. “We’re a team, Wolfe. Get your head out of your ass and start working with us, because you don’t want to work against us.”

Dana winced, catching the same expression on Nari’s face. That probably wasn’t the best approach with an angry Clarence Wolfe. Even so, she remained quiet, drinking her latte, letting somebody else argue with the stubborn male for a while, considering she was no doubt seriously in the doghouse with him.

Nari twisted her latte around in her hands. “We care about you, Wolfe. We’re family, and when there’s trouble, family sticks together.”

That got to him. There wasn’t much of a visual clue, but Dana could feel the change in his body next to her. He turned toward Nari, and his voice softened. “I’ve lost enough family, doc. You don’t know this guy—if he finds out about any of you, he’ll take great pleasure in killing the people I care about.”