Angus spoke before Nari could. “What the fuck do you think we’ve been doing the last twenty-four hours?”

Nari huffed out a breath. “Angus, just shut up for a moment.”

A collective gasp ran around the room. Nari never lost her cool. It was totally inappropriate, considering the tension surrounding her, but Dana coughed away a chuckle.

Angus drew up short. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”

“Yes.” Nari reached for Wolfe’s hand and grabbed it. “We’ve been working on your case, so the cat is out of the bag, as they say. I’ve called in favors and received every record and file on this guy, and I’ve studied all night. I do know Gary Rockcliff.”

Wolfe’s brows drew down in a way that was deadly. And kind of sexy. “What do you mean, you know him?” He forced the words out in rapid staccato.

Nari’s calm expression didn’t alter. “He’s a narcissist who suffers from a personality disorder, more psychopathic than sociopathic, who tells himself he’s killing people for a desirable end result, but in truth, he enjoys the killing. He’s calculating and methodical, and he likes the risk involved with using explosives, but he’s still careful in the planning of an event.”

Angus sat back in his seat. “He has a need to prove he’s smarter and better than everyone else, and since you survived his attack in Afghanistan, he’s going to become obsessed with you, if he hasn’t already.”

Sometimes Dana forgot Angus had been an FBI profiler before retiring and then returning to work for the HDD to lead this ragtag group.

“Exactly,” Wolfe said. “He’s obsessed with me, and he thinks this is a game. He’d love to extend it as long as possible, and that means targeting people around me before working his way to me. I’m starting to understand how his mind works.”

Angus nodded. “I think there are two reasons he’s left you alone so far. The first is that he has been busy trafficking the heroin from Afghanistan that your team was working on finding, and the second reason is that he hasn’t found you yet. Well, until yesterday.”

Wolfe turned toward Angus. “Thanks for handling the feds.”

Force just nodded.

“We’re in this, Wolfe. It’s too late to turn back now,” Raider said, his dark hair slicked back. With his part-Japanese heritage, his intriguing face was sharp and strong—and at the moment determined.

Wolfe made another last-ditch effort and turned to Malcolm, apparently going for the throat. “You’d risk Pippa?” The sweet introvert wasn’t even a government agent and had even less training than Dana, and that was saying something. She’d recently gotten free of a cult chasing her, and Mal was definitely overprotective.