He shrugged. “Oops. Guess we missed that one.” Why the hell hadn’t Wolfe or Jethro called in? He didn’t have a way to reach them through official channels, and he didn’t want to get them in trouble by trying. But if they didn’t make contact by that night, he would have to do something.

A sharp rap echoed on the door and Brigid yanked it open, her red hair wild around her face. “Satellite imagery confirms an explosion in the hills outside of Culiacán last night. It took me all day to hack into the—”

Angus held up a hand. “Don’t want to know and really don’t want the shrink to know.”

Both women shot him a look that made his head ache.

Angus ignored their irritation. “Did you see anything else?”

Brigid shook her head. “The satellite I accessed recorded the explosion because it was so bright in the night sky, but I couldn’t get much more detail than that. There is some chatter across governmental lines, but so far, nobody is claiming responsibility.”

Somebody would. Didn’t matter who.

Brigid hesitated in the doorway. “Shouldn’t we have heard something directly by now?”

“Not necessarily,” Angus said. The team had to remain calm and focused, so he hid his own concern. “If they didn’t get out by daylight, they probably went underground until they could execute their exit strategy.” He didn’t like this, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do right now. Except keep Dana Mulberry safe until Wolfe returned. “Check on Dana, would you? She looked a little pale this morning.” The woman was probably terrified for Wolfe. It didn’t take a profiler to see that something was going on between those two.

Brigid nodded and tossed the mail his way. “Just came in.” Then she turned to head toward the hub of desks.

Nari wetted her lips. “Are you adding new members to the team? If so, we need to do it officially.”

That prim and proper voice kept Angus up at night, so he glowered. “No. Serena, Millicent, and Jethro are acting as consultants to the team. We don’t need to deal with the red tape of HDD personnel policies.”

Nari’s eyebrows rose. “They might want to get paid at some point.”

“I can pay them as consultants,” Angus said, taking another shot of his coffee. Maybe he should put a little sugar in it. Huh. Wolfe was ruining him. “Your job is to shrink heads and report back to HDD that we’re on the straight and narrow. Worrying about consultants is outside your purview.”

She stood, all grace and class. “Could you go one day without being a total butthead?”

He nearly choked on his coffee but quickly regained his composure. “No.”

She rolled her eyes and exited the office.