“Good morning.” Jethro shrugged out of a leather jacket. “There’s tea in the kitchen if you’d rather have that.”

Wolfe chuckled. “She’d much rather have the latte. I got her favorite. It’s caramel with two extra pumps, whipped cream, and sprinkles.”

Nari sighed quietly.

Angus grinned, letting in a little humor. “So. Let’s get started. Wolfe? How would you like to go on vacation with Dana and Nari?”

Nari stiffened.

Wolfe shook his head. “Can’t leave town. The HDD and Metro were as direct about that point as anything. They want us all near until they nail your ass for murder.”

So much for that plan. Angus took a drink of his latte and braced himself for the jolt of sugar. It was shocking his team didn’t weigh five hundred pounds each after working with Wolfe for over a year. Of course, they got shot at a lot, and that probably burned many calories. “What do you have, Wolfe?”

Wolfe sobered. “I agree with just having one liaison to keep us off the radar for now. Metro was rather, I guess you could say insistent that we don’t work either case. The HDD piped in with the old interference-with-a-federal-case language, which is a felony, as you know. So we have to be careful.” The soldier’s eyes glittered.

Angus nodded. “Agreed. Did the teams meet earlier?”

“We did.” Wolfe eyed the pastry dish. “I brought all the research we compiled, along with dog food for Roscoe and this stuff for you all.”

Nari pulled out a barstool and sat, while Jethro moved toward the kitchen.

Wolfe angled his head to view the Brit. “I didn’t forget you. I have a chai tea for you. It’s the one with green sprinkles.”

Jethro turned around, his eyebrows arched. “There normally aren’t whipped cream and sprinkles on chai tea.”

“I got it specially made for you.” Wolfe tilted his head toward the cup holder, his smile genuine. “You’re one of us now, dude. Especially after you and I bonded blowing up the drug cartel holdings in Mexico. Besides, if we get caught with this current case, you’ll be charged just like we will.”

“Wonderful,” Jethro muttered, stalking toward the sugary treat. He was moving better this morning. In fact, he looked like the M16 agent he’d once been.

Nari cupped her drink. “Please tell me that Brigid has found Millie.”

“Yep. Get this: She’s at a wellness spa resort in Thailand. I talked to her myself and basically told her to stay there for a while. Turns out that was already her plan.” Wolfe reached down to pet Roscoe’s head.