Well then.

That made sense.

I nodded.

“Or you got your boys who are badass behind the scenes. Meaning they can plan an operation within an inch of its life, every angle covered, every scenario accounted for.”

I nodded again.

“Then you got sublevels of that, depending on terrain. Urban. Mountains. Rural. Water. Domestic. Foreign. You with me?”

More nodding.

“And then you got expertise in tech. In weapons. Then there’s more expertise in types of operations. Assault. Defense. Extraction. Reconnaissance. Undercover. That sounds military, and it is, but there are a number of cases, the majority of them, where it’s not. It’s how a lot of us do business in a number of ways.”

Oh crap.

At where this seemed to be heading, I stopped nodding and just stared.

“A man, or woman, cannot call themselves a commando unless they got expertise in all of that. And Hawk Delgado is the most expert in all of that I’ve ever seen. And he does not employ a single man who’s any less than he is.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

“So Pantera, and his brothers, are not badass. Adjective. He’s a bad…ass. Noun. And when you’re a badass, you get a job done, start to finish. You don’t hand shit over to anyone. So yeah, Hattie, Hawk is gonna take that on.” He stabbed a finger at the pictures. “And whoever is behind that, for the rest of his days, and it’ll be up to Hawk and the team how many of those there are, and how much ongoing pain he’ll endure through them, will regret fucking with you.”

“Maybe I should call the police,” I said quickly.

And Not Sweet Brett came out again.

“Too late,” he said softly. “’Cause if Hawk doesn’t get him, I will. And I’m no commando, but I am a motherfucker. And I know for certain one thing in this life. A man does not fuck with a woman, Hattie. This guy obviously does not know that now. But he’s gonna learn.”

Hmm…

Time to belatedly rethink.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have called you,” I whispered.

Brett held my gaze and repeated, “Too late.”

“Um—”

Brett was done.

And he communicated this by saying, “Grab a plate and cover it with paper towel. We’ll need to drain this bacon when it’s done. And warm up our joe. Think it got cold in the drama.”

Okay.

Brett was moving on, so I’d talk to him a bit later about the lessons he was intent on teaching a man who was a creep, but he’d been that creep using the postal service to deliver a threat, so he’d also committed a felony. And the cops and prosecutors could teach him that lesson.

And if I managed to straighten things out with Axl, and Hawk took this on, I’d also share my views on that with them.