Remy picked up the report he’d submitted only last week when he’d done all his exit paperwork. He thought he’d been extremely thorough in his mission report. His final report.

“Tell me what else you need from me, Tag.”

It was his last report because he wouldn’t be back here again. Not to work. After what had happened that wasn’t possible. He was needed somewhere else.

Of course, given the fact that this dramatic interrogation scene was how Ian Taggart handled his exit interviews, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to change careers.

He suspected the real problem was so damn many of them were doing the exact same thing. If it had only been him, Taggart would have crowned a new head of the personal security division, tried like hell to not give the sucker a raise, and gone about his business.

But that wasn’t what had happened. Over the course of a few brief weeks, each man on the team had taken a case that had changed his life. And it couldn’t help that Ian’s own niece, Sadie, had left the company, too.

“I need answers. This was your team. How did they fall like a line of dominoes? Was it something in the water? Do you think the Agency did something to the team? We’re still not on good terms. This would be a good way to fuck with me.” The light winked out and Taggart stood up after pressing the button that opened the curtains. “Damn it, Guidry. I want to know what happened.”

“It’s complex and the truth is I can only tell you my side of it. We’ve all been through some crazy stuff in the last couple of weeks. You’ll have to get the rest of the stories from Declan, Riley, Shane, Wade, and Sadie.” It had been a busy few weeks. The truth was he was still reeling from all the changes, too. He thought about the last time the whole team had been together. It had been the night it all started for him. He’d thought he would be the only one leaving, but fate had different ideas. He was happy for that last night together. The next day was when their roads had split, taking them each in separate directions. He hoped it wasn’t forever because he would miss those bastards.

Taggart turned on him. This afternoon the big boss was wearing slacks and a button-down shirt. Remy had rarely seen him in a suit. Taggart was far more comfortable in fatigues, even all these years after he’d left the military. Of course sometimes Remy wondered if Big Tag had really left the Army or merely started his own. “Do you understand the chaos I have to deal with?”