Oh, good point. Dana had forgotten those case files, as had everyone else, as far as she could tell. Roscoe abandoned her shoe and stood, turning around and positioning himself between her and the agents. Ah, that was sweet. She reached out and scratched him between the ears, calming him. His butt dropped and he sat, his focus still remaining on what he must consider a threat.

Fields kept his gaze on the dog. Sharp man.

Rutherford wasn’t that smart. He looked at Angus, his stance belligerent. “I’ve requested to interview your team, and I’m tired of waiting for you to cooperate with the people paying your salary. So, we’re going to conduct said interviews right here and right now.” He angled his neck and looked beyond the elevator. “I believe there are a couple of interrogation rooms in this dump?”

Dana’s burner phone buzzed, and she jumped, scrambling for it on the desk and knocking over a cup of pens. “Hello? Hello?” she said frantically, pressing it to her ear.

“Hi, baby.” Wolfe’s voice came through strong.

Her entire body went limp, sagging in relief so strong she almost started crying. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, but Jethro is having surgery on his leg right now. Sorry about the delay calling, but we got pinned down for quite a while and then had to take evasive measures. It was all quiet until we landed at the Fort Sam Houston hospital early this evening.” Wolfe sounded strong and sure. Alive and well.

Dana pressed a hand instinctively against her abdomen and looked up to see everyone watching her intently. Wolfe was on a secret mission, and she instantly tried to sound nonchalant. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said.

Wolfe was quiet for a moment. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, just working away in the office with everybody.” She smiled and Rutherford’s eyes narrowed.

“Is there somebody present you can’t speak freely in front of?” Wolfe’s voice had turned all business.

She forced a laugh. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“Dangerous?”

“No. Annoying like the summer weather.” She wasn’t good at this subterfuge crap.

He sighed. “Fields and Rutherford.”

“Yes, that would be a lot of fun, Mom. I can’t wait,” Dana said, getting into the act.

Malcolm snorted quietly next to her.

“You’re not very good at this, sweetheart,” Wolfe murmured, making her smile wider in response. “When you can talk, tell Force that Jet took a couple to the leg and might have shattered an ankle. Surgery will take a few hours.”

“Yeah, Mom, I like the blue shoes,” Dana replied.

Wolfe chuckled. “Stop talking and just nod. I want to speak with Jethro’s doctor. Then I’m going to hop a transport in about two hours. That’ll get me home six hours from now, and I can’t wait to put my mouth on you.”